English comedian Kirsty Mann has a couple of skeletons in her closet, the main one being her secret double life as a comic and... a doctor. Yes, Mann is a fully trained anaesthetist and they let her operate on real people and everything, even though she’s obsessed with One Direction and everyone thinks she’s a nurse.

The increasing chaos of Mann’s double-life (it’s hard to get to bookings on time when you’re dealing with the aftermath of a traffic pile-up) is fertile fodder for an hour that blends character comedy with stand-up plus the obligatory doc-com list of things that people stick up their bum. There’s lots of delicious detail to savour: an accent, a twisty line that’s almost thrown away, the puff of a cigarette that conjures a whole character. Maybe it’s her bedside manner, but Mann manages to blend utter confidence with an approachable energy. She’s a joy to watch, one of those performers that could get away with anything (and could potentially lean into this with harder-edged material).  Stupid people don’t do well in either of Mann’s chosen professions and it’s clear that there’s a planet-sized brain that’s just getting started here; the combo of killer smarts, comedy chops and a perfect eye for detail must surely mean Mann is destined for great things.

Kirsty Mann: Skeletons, The Courtyard Of Curiosities At The Migration Museum, until Sunday 9 March, 7.40pm.