For some reason – too tired, too polite, too squiffy, too adoring? – the capacity crowd didn’t mutiny at this sardonic onslaught, just took it on the chin, in some cases lapped up the abuse with an agreeable chortle. Was the invective all part of Lee’s uncommon cleverness – a wind-up strategy that allows him to deconstruct his material as he goes along, thereby embellishing it further? Plainly his refusal to suffer perceived fools gladly is of a piece with his high-risk determination not to be crudely “pleasing” but even so the joke wears thin. During the Edinburgh Fringe, I turned up to see him perform at the Stand in character as “Baconface” but he abandoned the gig within about five minutes – our fault, apparently, not his. It’s as though the audience are there for his delectation, not the other way round. In comedy, sometimes a room will turn on a comedian; Lee reverses that dynamic.