I’ve been trying to think of a different way to say hit-and-miss. Having failed to do so, Vikki Stone’s tour show Definitely was an almost perfect exemplar for that phrase.

At times it was very funny, with highlights including a character portrait familiar to all of us in Cambridge of her ex-boyfriend Tarquin, with his fondness for red chinos and phrases like “epiphenomenal imbroglio”, and a song about Brian Cox (the physicist, not Agamemnon) which explored more physics-based innuendo than I’d thought possible (warping her black hole, swallowing his milky way etc etc) – this was perhaps the only time the jokes came fast enough to keep the audience laughing consistently.

At other times it fell far too short: Deal or No Deal with cheese, the ‘best fucking opening song’ and the ‘Philip Schofield song’ were intelligent, but required too much build-up for a punchline that didn’t quite hit the mark.

While some of her surreal comedy was beautifully weird – it’s not often you see a woman in a Clare Balding mask being pushed around on a camel by an audience member wearing a ‘Vikki’s Mum’ t-shirt – some of it was just strange without being funny: her closing song featured a volunteer dressed in a huge canine costume, complete with Bane-esque voice production of an imagined conversation between her and her dog.

In the same vein, she went on for far too long about finding bags of dog refuse by the side of the road before playing some heavy techno and pretending to throw shit at the audience.

Her target audience seemed to change with every joke – her wild variances between late 80s pop culture and talking a bit too much about Twitter and Britain’s Got Talent left me feeling bewildered rather than genuinely amused. Although it was funny in parts, I left feeling that the show had gone on for a bit too long (two hours including an interval break) without enough punchlines to jokes that didn’t entirely deserve the length she allocated to them.