Chris McCausland embarks on an hour-long shaggy dog tale about a delayed easyJet flight to Edinburgh.

He interrupts himself with more red herrings and asides than you could shake a Ronnie Corbett at and the result is an engrossingly funny if uneven evening.

The planes and trains of the title refer mainly to the shameful ordeals that Chris seems to attract no matter where he is - he puts his foot in it one way or another wherever there are other people, and transport seems to be a particularly fruitful source of embarrassing situations. Actually, even when he’s by himself he ends up shamefaced and his centrepiece tale involves him coming home drunk without a lighter. He tries to light a fag from the

lightbulb in the ceiling light and the mini carnage that follows has him flat on his face in more ways than one.

Other topics include a list of hints on making the most from freebies such as tips on taking a sickie or looking for bargains in Surbiton via flapjacks, a cup of coffee, a waitress, spare change and gravity. Since McCausland is blind, he peppers the set with how crap he has been at losing his sight - you laugh with him as he bemoans his habit of leaving white sticks around town or going into the wrong shops on the high street.

His PC routine falters and the set dips somewhat as he lost the audience for a while. Nevertheless, McCausland’s gloriously skewered logic and impish self-effacement pulls him through. “A groan’s as good as a laugh,” he says after a slowburner of a punchline - but the groans come mostly of recognition since we’ve all been this unlucky before, we’ve just probably never admitted it before a boisterous Saturday night crowd.