MEDINA Theatre presented an evening of self-deprecating mirth on Sunday night, as 2018 Britain’s Got Talent winner Lee Ridley — better known as Lost Voice Guy — took to the stage for the latest leg of his ongoing I’m Only In It For the Parking UK tour.

Musical comedian Jonny Awsum opened the show, encouraging crowd participation as he plucked a handful of reticent front row attendees from the throng, engaging them in such activities as playing the triangle and dancing in sequence, for which all were endearingly ungainly.

In addition, the 2017 Britain’s Got Talent contestant, had virtually the entire audience augmenting his act at various times, save for the usual self-conscious smattering who opted out.

A tongue-in-cheek denouement contained arguably the highlight of an adroitly paced half-hour set, with the comedian’s four and seven-year-old children's pre-recorded voices adorably articulating 'please buy a ticket to my daddy’s tour,' spawning a torrent of ‘aws’ and ‘ahs’.

Judging by lengthy interval queues for merchandise and photos, the strategy accomplished its goal.

The headliner's show was predominantly based around the day-to-day experiences associated with his cerebral palsy, an affliction that caused him to slip into a coma for several weeks as a child, depriving him of speech.

Communicating through an iPad device, Lost Voice Guy was keen to avoid garnering sympathy sniggers, referring to himself on several occasions by way of derogatory expletives, as he regaled the audience with tales of roguish real-life trolling escapades.

The most amusing of these involved clinging to the hand of an overzealous man who wouldn’t leave him alone, with the bothersome stranger accompanying him home via a protracted scenic route and being cosied up to each time they passed a bar to perpetuate the illusion of them being romantically involved.

Another high point was a segment focusing on the book Mr Chatterbox which Lost Voice Guy’s parents had bought him — presumably ironically — when he was a child, as he shared the ineptitude of the tale, culminating in a failed attempt to rip the loathsome literature to shreds.

The show wasn’t without flaws; musical musings had more than a dash of Ivan Brackenbury, virtually replicating the spoof hospital DJ’s patter syllable for syllable in parts, and a story of broken heartedness bordered on tedious.

By the same token, a video about a coffee shop encounter should have been more entertaining than it was, failing to muster much levity from the hundreds in the room, while the ad-libbed wisecracks that punctuated formative stage appearances were notably absent.

None of this detracted substantially from the overall spectacle however.

It was a night rich in belly laughs, courtesy of a stand-up comedian who has found his vocation.