I feel like going to a comedy show is a bit like a first date. Your expectations are quite high, even though you try to tell yourself (and others) that they're low. You're not quite sure what to wear (and no, evening gowns are not appropriate at the comedy, H14). It's also usually helpful to have a drink or two to assuage any awkwardness.

Le Comique, a show with medley of comics from both here and abroad, was the best find of first date. The conversation flows, there are more than a few warm, hearty laughs, and you are surprised by the speed with which those two-and-a-half hours flew by. Even the awkward moments become an opportunity for tenderness, or in this case, acerbic wit. It is especially helpful is if your date has the sensual (read: brilliantly overtly sexual) vernacular of French flaneur Marcel Lucont, or the dulcet deep tones of Mr Wilson Dixon a-strumming his gee-tar.

Once again, Jarred Fell proved he was a natural entertainer, and if you don't know who he is, get to know him. (I suggest by way of another first date, at Q on 15 May). Sit in the front row and gaze into his eyes, feel the magic. (Or see it, he does tricks). Idiots of Ants were another highlight, especially with Wally doing a reading of his Where's Wally books - "There!" The hosts, Monsieur Lucont and our own Justine Smith, were charmingly brutal towards the audience, and set the tone well for a casual Sunday evening in full of joyful mockery.

If you missed Le Comique, you’re in luck, as there are plenty more fish in the sparkling blue sea of the Comedy Festival. Get your glad rags on and get off the couch, CSI re-runs will be there next week. Week 2 is just beginning and there are a swag of new performers eager to get you out on the town. Who knows, you might get lucky.