One of the most interesting parts of the Fringe for me is the way that every nook and cranny of the city is transformed into a venue. In the back room of cocktail hangout Dragonfly, bar stools of different sizes are arranged to imitate a raised seating platform.

Fin Taylor and Jared Hardy’s show there, which consists of two individual stand-up acts and a ‘game’, is similarly informal. To a certain extent, the effect is rather charming. Both comedians seem genuinely interested in their audience and have a knack for bringing out the funny streak in the people they address. While I’m not generally a fan of comics who laugh at their own jokes, I found it refreshing to see how much they were enjoying themselves.

Too much informality, though, can render a show unconvincing. Perhaps it was the dismal weather, but their observational comedy reminded me more of rainy family holidays than Sarah Millican. The show I watched seemed to be a work in progress: sentences were mumbled, and too many lines were repeated. ‘Why have we never done that? We should choreograph this shit!’ Hardy wondered aloud at one point. Yes, you really should.