I’m so convinced by Christopher Bliss that I believe him when he says he’s real – and that it’s his alter-alter-ego, Rob Carter, who’s appearing in a show. A twenty-three-hour-a-day epic immersive character drama. The twenty-fourth hour is where the true Bliss comes out to shine, with sixty minutes of offbeat comedy storytelling brilliance on an intimate stage beneath the Tron.

An obvious passion for this production exudes from the producer and performers and, despite the combative nature of the show, the true winner is the audience.

Rob Carter and Oli Forsyth were the hosts of the innovative night which sees poetry taking on comedy. Judgement of the standard of either side is given by the audience’s cheers, adding a well placed element of tension to the night. I have not laughed this hard in a very long time.

Such a straightforward idea, but such a winner. Turning two of the performance arts into a game show (oh, and mixing in a roasting – plus rap, plus magazine taster of the individuals’ other shows – at the same time). It took a while to get the larger than anticipated audience in to this gig, but the wait was worth it.

Comedy or poetry: which one’s better? That’s the question to be answered in this show, where stand-ups and poets are pitched against one another, “like ‘8 Mile’ had been set in Waitrose”.