In Edinburgh, people keep joking that 2018 isn’t a great year to be a straight white man at the fringe and, to an extent, they are correct. Young female comics are grappling with big questions in their shows, in inventive, transgressive, and brilliantly funny ways. Really, in terms of who is smashing it jokes-wise, there’s no contest.

The song delivered its message in a potent kind of esperanto: a lyric about unbearable self-loathing, and a winning mixture of quiet verses and a fuzztoned chorus.

There sate a Spirit in the vault, In shape, in hue, in lineaments, like life, And by him couch’d, as if intranced, The hundred-headed Worm that never dies.

Elsie Marley is so neat, / 'Tis hard for one to walk the street / But every lad a lass they meet, / Cries do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?