FEW comics can make you laugh non-stop for a full 90 minutes - but luckily for us, Greg Davies turns out to be one of them.

The striking 6ft8in tall former Inbetweeners star sauntered onto stage to R Kelly’s Ignition and instantly cracked a joke about the disgraced singer.

‘I find it’s a good idea to set the tone early,’ he grinned naughtily. ‘Anyone who came here because they like Taskmaster or Cuckoo should leave now - I’m a dirty boy.’

What followed was a thoroughly enjoyable laugh-a-minute, madcap set from the actor and writer of the hit sitcom Man Down.

It all slotted together seamlessly at the time, but I was giggling so much that my notes are either indecipherable or nonsensical.

Davies’ mum has been a ripe source of material for him over the years, but she made him promise to stop telling stories about her on this tour.

But she comes out with the most priceless things that he soon broke this vow, and much of You Magnificent Beast remains inspired by family life.

I doubt anyone in the BIC crowd will ever forget what Davies did to the blue bear his mother lovingly made for him one Christmas.

Or her musings on the Oscar Pistorious re-trial: ‘Ah, the silly lad. He had the world at his feet’.

Another thread of the show is based on its title, after a fan called him ‘You Magnificent Beast’ in the street.

This got Davies thinking about the wondrous human species, and thus followed some hilarious anecdotes which either prove or disprove this notion.

We learned more about Davies and his previous career as a teacher and some wickedly funny hometruths about his (ahem) romantic encounters.

The 49-year-old showed us quotes from former pupils, texts from his mum, random things his friends had said...

Nothing was out of bounds: Davies told us about everything from inadvertently showing an elderly lady photos of his crotch to a very intimate medical examination.

A true mark of his skill though is in finding moments of joy and mirth in the toughest times, for example during his late father’s long final illness.

Even during this harrowing time, the family were united by odd little things they, or people around them, said or did.

This gave Davies the idea of writing an epitaph to his Dad, which snowballed into composing a filthy Welsh folk song, which was then performed by a male voice choir.

It sounds barmy, and it was, but it was incredibly well done.

Davies is magic in action and I’d urge anyone who hasn’t seen him already to check him out.