Rory O'Hanlon: You Are Where You Need to Be

It's apparently a yogic mantra that, “You Are Where You Need to Be”. This lesson in accepting your circumstances was offered to Rory O'Hanlon while he attended yoga classes for an injured hamstring. But if Hindu philosophy, self-help and alternative therapies sound like interesting material for standup comedy, they're not – you'll sadly have to look elsewhere. For all the show's billing, this is merely one throwaway line amid a host of lightweight club routines that never add up to much.

Observational comedy comes in for a tough time in high-brow comedy circles, but seeing it done poorly is a reminder of how much craft is required to make it work. A good observational comic finds true gems in everyday life – banalities made surprising by a turn of phrase, private moments rendered communal. This year, O'Hanlon has noticed that, among other things, hangovers are bad, Ryanair is shit, pornography is more accessible than when he was a child, Italians get a lot of sex, and Donald Trump is ugly.

It's tightly performed and evidently gig-hardened. His timing and audience rapport are decent, and his dry confidence makes for easy viewing. Brief references to his experiences with alcoholism and family depression raise the possibility of something more, but they never resurface.

It's easy to imagine O'Hanlon being a reliable booking for most comedy clubs, but that's ultimately all this is: a series of serviceable but uninspired club sets run together in an effort to make up 50 minutes.