I had seen John Robins in the preview day for just the tonic and had written next to his name: he is adorable and really rather good – how have I not heard of him before? Well, last year he was named by the Skinny as ‘comedy’s best kept secret.’ Frankly, that is just selfish of comedy, imagine if Music had kept, say, Adele all to itself? (exactly) 

With a faint Bristol accent, an Oxford Education and a Yoga teacher for a mother you can tell that he’s a very nice boy from the offset. However, where this nice boy status may make other comedians (let’s face it) less funny, it somehow works in his favour by allowing him to start telling his brilliant stories about really quite crude subjects and then getting away with it. 

On top of his clever anecdotes is his hilarious manner of speaking and I am not just meaning the slight Bristol accent. Throughout his performance he enthusiastically says words like “brills” at the end of sentences, calling the audience “dudes”. And every now and then he threw in some hilarious acronyms and euphemisms – his jovial vocabulary is endless and caused tears to run down faces (either that or the cave roof was raining again). 

So, I am very glad I was at that preview because it meant I went to his show and I am glad I went to his show because he is a charming chap and the whole hour was filled - to the brim- with laughter. Now, I want everyone who reads this to go to his show and then the secret will be out.

John Robins: Incredible Scenes

Just the Tonic at the Caves, 

Until 26, 19:20