Edinburgh Festival 2013: Seann Walsh: The Lie-In King, Pleasance Seann Walsh is 26. Divide that in two and you get roughly the number of minutes of his latest show that are memorably entertaining. The rest of it is just cultural land-fill. Punningly neat title aside, I'm surprised how lame The Lie-In King is, firstly because a lot of people have said Walsh has raised his game since last year - a set so blokeishly mundane it made my wife forswear all male stand-up - and secondly because he's on the Edinburgh Comedy Award shortlist. He must possess some distinctive quality, right, apart from his beard and shaggy hair, and an ability to hold the stage? But no. Being generic seems to be the Walsh way. The references are over-familiar, the revelations about living alone in a grim basement flat in London - the hour's big theme - are under-remarkable. The best bits come when he shifts the focus away from his yawn-inducing slacker lifestyle, with its constant trips to the 24-hour off-licence over the road, and simply inhabits the bric-a-brac of his strangely empty existence. He does a nice spoof advert for an iPhone, itemising its frustrations. And he expertly impersonates the stand-up comedians he catches on TV (his Michael McIntyre, self-defeatingly, unleashes levels of laughter not heard elsewhere). Sound thin?