Colin Murphy- Saturday 15 March, The Stand

A begrudging resident of Dublin, where "fake posh people drink continental coffee outside of Spar," Colin Murphy seems more at home in what he sees as a 'grittier' Glasgow. There's a bus builder and an oil driller in the front row, whose 'real men jobs' handily enable him to illustrate his love of the lack of pretension in this great city. In more self-reflective moments, Murphy makes light of his lack of social nous and burgeoning age; to him, Myspace is "not so much a technological advancement as cyberspace's answer to the toilet door." To some extent, he seems something of an anomaly, bemoaning his increasing years, while dressed like a hip, indie dad with pencil thin tie and jeans. Despite this sartorial setback, his gig is brilliantly constructed, and it's almost impossible to tell where his improvisation ends and material begins. His chatty ease and instant bonhomie make more for an impromptu but hilarious pub conversation than a stand up gig. Mercurial and misanthropic in one fell swoop, Murphy is not to be missed