Michelle Corbett

WILL Smith is positively indignant in a terribly posh way.

Life is one big catalogue of nuisances that range from the mysteries of Dixons' customer services policy to the blatant disregard for cleanliness displayed by his errant flatmate.

A curious being with a penchant for rubbish '80s rock-inspired air guitar, Will is the eternal victim - the man who should have won at least 10 arguments if only he could stomach confrontation.

Therein lies the secret to Smith's success - his willingness to be the geek that peddles into your heart - albeit on a girl's bike.

Smith has made his name writing material for the likes of Alistair McGowan, Angus Deayton, Paul Merton, Jasper Carrott and the late, great Bob Monkhouse but, judging by his performance on Friday night, he is a natural stand-up himself.

As the night descended into the increasingly weird life of Will, it felt more than ever that he was one of us - our last line of defence in the utterly pointless battles that still manage to drive us insane.

Ridiculously funny from start to finish, it was a pleasure and a privilege to watch a man whose star is so obviously rising.

Do yourself a favour and catch Will while he's still playing such intimate venues. Or better still, do him a favour and write to the BBC ... Bergerac on DVD - you know it makes sense.