“How are Chelsea getting on, Suggs?” came the cry from the audience as our sharp suited star returned for his second half.

“Blooming 2-0 down,” (or words to that effect) came the reply from the stage.

Thus Suggs, Nutty Boy, Graham McPherson, call him what you will, kicked around tales from his eventful and colourful past as his beloved Blues were being turfed out of the Champions League by Barcelona.

The avuncular Madness mainman certainly scored plenty of times with this often hilarious, sometimes bittersweet words and music trawl through his life’s back catalogue.

Subtitled A Life In The Realm Of Madness, this second helping of his one-man (if you discount pianist and foil Deano) show was like a audio walking tour through rock’n’roll London and its nether regions.

He utilises various characters – such as his mum, long-suffering wife Anne (aka singer Bette Bright), daughters Scarlett and Viva, various members of the band and assorted random eccentrics – to formulate this autobiographical evening.

That two hours simply whizzes by is testament to Suggs’s self-deprecating storytelling, and name-dropping skills from 40 years of material. He is also the butt of most of his own jokes.

Words are interspersed with a few hit songs such as My Girl, House Of Fun and Our House, alongside Blackbird, his tribute to Amy Winehouse, and Blue Day, the tune he penned for Chelsea’s 1997 FA Cup final song.

Tales from his early days of casual thievery, the use of plastic carrier bags as crash helmet on stolen mopeds and a succession of dead-end jobs soon transform into ska and Madness gigs anecdotes, then full-blown showbiz and stardom beckons our hero.

Football features heavily throughout the show, as does the demon drink, Glastonbury, Camden Town, a multitude of music venues, more booze, the Olympics closing ceremony, Buckingham Palace, radio shows and hard liquor.

There is an excellent running gag about Brian May’s hair and a melancholic section about the seemingly hopeless search for the long lost sister he didn’t know he had.

Suggs shoots and scores with this show – and not a stick of celery in sight.