BEING a Miranda fan is a bit like being in a club. But it's only when you get to the BIC for the first night of her first ever stand-up tour - what she calls her 'live show' that you realise how big and how affectionate that club is.

Screams of joy erupt when she finally arrives on stage looking far sleeker than she does on TV, to thank us all for coming and inform us: "I'm just a gay man trapped in a woman's body." Effectively we have been invited to a party and our hostess, a 'woman with buffet', does everything she can to make sure we are having a great time.

We are treated to Skips, stories about sticky olives and dodgy dancing. We cover scream-catching, yawn-suppressing, the myriad walks a woman can do, the perils of breast clap and are naturally invited to sing and to gallop. Miranda's all about the gallop. And the moist plinth.

The front row is gently scrutinised (bet Ross still hasn't recovered from the 'predatory lunge') and the audience participation factor is high - as is Miranda's classic over-sharing which leads to some great interludes.

It's not the same as her eponymous TV show but all the better for her fans because what we are seeing really is her and, lucky Bournemouth, we got to see it first. Such fun? You bet.

*Miranda Hart's What I Call Live Show is on at the BIC tonight and tomorrow