As a former author, broadcaster, scriptwriter and editor, Andrew Collins is something of a renaissance man. This, his first foray into standup, arrives on the coattails of his podcast with Richard Herring, the popularity of which sees his first night packed out.
The spectre of Herring is never far away but Collins's unhurried delivery would put many more experienced comics to shame. Audience interaction is conversational, not confrontational, and a theme of travelling from A to B unifies an otherwise scattershot range of musings.
The most successful segments cover areas Collins is clearly passionate about—bird-watching, 'accidentally' moving to Surrey, sloppy use of English—but other, over-long stretches suggest a 40-minute set padded out an hour. Much of the show builds to a finale concerning the secret dancing of the title. It's simple, wonderfully realised and places physical comedy on Collins's already bursting CV.