The answer is a resounding yes. The 35-year-old’s strength is that he is no mere one-liner specialist like Milton Jones or Tim Vine. His tweets are warped reflections on everything from sex to politics, and onstage similar ideas are nurtured, not just rehashed. There is a fondness for shock — a routine about eating his baby has echoes of Sarah Silverman’s bad taste — but there is vulnerability alongside the vulgarity. Some of his tartest gags are about being an adult bed-wetter.

Delaney, unusually handsome for a comedian, pulls off his edgier material because he is often the butt of his humour. At one point the humour actually is his butt, as he goes into intimate detail explaining how hard it was to wipe his bottom after breaking both arms. His musings on parenthood are brutal and also tender. He never fretted about his first child’s gender: “We were gonna call it Rick anyway.” Luckily it was male.

This is a short show, but nearly all killer, little filler. The closest comparison is recent Emmys winner Louis CK. So far Delaney’s biggest award is Funniest Person on Twitter. It can only be a matter of time before stand-up gongs follow.