Television fame has not dulled the edges of Frank Skinner as a live performer.

Chat about relationships, delivered at measured pace in a Brummie accent, might not seem cutting-edge on the comedy circuit these days (not even when, later on, he rekindles memories of the filthy Frank of yesteryear with what are essentially sophisticated knob jokes). Even past tales of clunking through his first Fringe appearance in 1987, while subtly proving what a polished old pro he is now, don't form the pinnacle of his 2014 show. Instead, it's when he banters with the audience that he reveals what a class act he still is. On the night I see him, there are quick-thinking encounters with an extroverted theatre director, a diehard Cliff Richard fan and an eight-year-old boy whose mum has been somewhat liberal with the show's "parental guidance" rating. Skinner takes this conversational straw and spins comedy gold.