Having finally convinced my workmates to attend the comedy club alongside me, we rushed to the university's Delph Bar in desperate hope that we would attain some seats. To my horror, our arrival almost half hour later than normal didn't stop the fact that there were seats everywhere. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any left by the time the show started.

By 8.30pm as the lights went up, the venue seemed to have filled a little more, but was nothing in comparison to the squeeze we've seen over previous weeks. I put this down to the progressive depletion of the saviour, also known as the holy student loan which many students would have likely used up by now.

Compere Brendan Riley appeared on stage to a bowing horde of eager comedy club regulars, and provided a humorous set of his renowned 'Impossible Quiz'. After the pitcher of 'lager-beer' had been claimed, our first act was introduced. Cue tubby Asian comedian Paul Sinha.

I had noticed Paul as I sat awaited the start of my weekly dosage of laughter, as he patrolled the perimeters of the audience around half an hour before the show started. I put this down to nerves, though the real reason was soon revealed at the end of his set.

Paul is an openly gay football lover who is also a qualified doctor. His entire act was based around these three themes, particularly referring to Asian culture and the importance of family.

I nearly fell of my chair when he explained the mother's day chore he wilfully completed, though I think my services as a reviewer for BBCi would be swiftly terminated if I were to write what he actually admitted doing. His confidence on stage was excellent, and his talent for adlibbing and summoning gags off the cuff were very funny.

In regard to the whole walking around the venue thing I mentioned earlier, Paul admitted the difficulties in finding a suitable gay partner and confessed that he was single. He then proceeded to point out people in the audience that were as he put it, 'runner ups' in his hunt for the venue's most attractive man.

The overall winner ended up being my girlfriend's younger brother Dan, who sadly refused Paul's advances despite being seen at the bar together during the interval, probably claiming a free drink.

A very impressive start to the evening, and there would surely be more to follow. Cue Brendan Riley again, this time with a dose of his conversation repetition game 'Scouse for Beginners'. Having struggled to establish the female speaking part thanks to a room of near silent women, Brendan forgot the script he had previously written and was spared embarrassment by myself and a group of other regulars, who helped him to finish. Despite this, the masses still seemed collectively impressed, and we welcomed unadvertised newcomer to the circuit, Paul Caine.

Paul's act is based upon a very dull and lazy character with a hatred for bus drivers and getting up in the morning. Despite being just ten minutes long, Paul's set was very funny and I look forward to seeing him in a longer set back at the Delph soon.

Finally, our headlining act for the evening Sean Collins walked on stage. Seeming somewhat drunk, he spent an hour telling hilarious jokes about his travels and friends. His mannerisms and devious-looking smile instantly reminded me of Dick Dastardly from Wacky Races, and I was in stitches for most of the act.

The beauty of Sean's comedy is that he improvised almost everything: there appeared to be no written material, and he used his time to describe, amongst other things, his love for drug abuse. A little shocking may I add, but as no-one has been so open about this sort of thing at the venue before, the audience came to appreciate his honesty and originality.

With the look of a struggle in his eyes, new material was found by ordering four single females and one of my fellow comedy club regulars on stage for a relatively funny set of blind date. Promising the winners a free drink, Sean's drunkenness was displayed for all to see when he fell off stage trying to pick up his volunteer's prizes. He then proceeded to knock back three tequilas and ordered another pint from the bar staff. From this point onward, the set became slightly tedious yet still funny throughout.

More insanity was displayed later, in the form of a large breasted young woman from the front of the audience, who displayed her natural talent to the jeering gentlemen at the front of the crowd. These were the same gentlemen that had built a huge leaning tower out of empty beer pitchers, which provided the comic with yet more hilarious material.

As the set drew to a close, Sean wandered back on stage looking a little worse-for-wear, and provided a rather lengthy encore.

As the evening finally ended much later than usual, the overall banter amongst the gents at my table was one of gladness. Gladness, not only that they'd turned up and had a great laugh, but also gladness at discovering the fact that covering your face with your hand and staring blankly at the floor seems to prevent gay comedians from telling you you're attractive.

A very impressive evening and well worth the visit.

Next week we'll be treated to more live stand-up from comedians Carey Marx, Tom Wigglesworth and MC's Matt and Faron. Should be worth a look. 'I'll see you down the Delph.'