Seann Walsh live review: A treat if you can be bothered to leave the house ★★★★

About halfway through Seann Walsh's gig at the Bloomsbury Theatre in London, he tells anyone who owns a dressing gown to immediately leave and go home.

It might seem a strange request, but it's one that's received enthusiastically by the relatively hard-to-please crowd out this evening. Not that anyone actually takes him up on his offer.

The thread through Walsh's material - and the crux of '28' - is that he's painfully, abhorrently lazy. Although he would rather that society recognised the condition he suffers from - 'activity intolerance'.

His greatest thrill in life is returning home and putting on his dressing gown, and he brilliantly observes that no matter how good he (or any other evening entertainment that London has to offer) is, absolutely nothing can beat getting home, taking your shoes off and having a bit of a sit down.

Part of Walsh's schtick has always been that he's haphazard, bolshy, frequently drunk and essentially nonchalant. Some of which remains, some of which has given way to quiet nights in with his girlfriend, trapped in an endless loop of browsing - rather than watching - Netflix ("I pay £5.99 a month to look at movie posters").

His material is undoubtedly at its best when Walsh is on the blights that befall his life within the confines of his flat. Whether that's his girlfriend having a go at him for leaving ham in the bed or having to actually wash up as you go along, his apathetic take on just how bloody hard it is to be alive really strikes a chord.

It's melodramatic, but his response to having to change Tube lines during a journey is that he'd rather be dead. And if you've ever been on the Piccadilly line in rush hour, you'll know how he feels.

If you haven't agreed with these sentiments, Walsh's stand-up is probably not for you. But if you use your stomach as a table and drink tea out of a blender because you can't be arsed with cleaning a mug, '28' is - for the most part - painfully relatable to.

Mostly, Walsh is very nimble and capable. However - either deliberately or accidentally, it's hard to tell - he often loses his thoughts. Trailing off from an anecdote or unable to pick up one started several minutes ago, it adds a jarring and distracting element that could be ironed out to create a thoroughly ordered chaos.

It's when Walsh metaphorically leaves his flat that the material begins to fall flat. Riffing on trendy cafes and hipsters' penchant for quinoa ("rice for c**ts") is amusing, but it's hardly groundbreaking.

Walsh should stick to what he does best. Which is bitching about doing sod all.

However, those who will relate to and thoroughly enjoy his stand-up will be fellow activity intolerance sufferers, meaning they're unlikely to leave the house and catch him live.

Which is a shame. They'll just have to wait until '28' is available on Netflix.