Meet Tiernan Douieb, a lively, feel-good stand-up who has a splendid Edinburgh show to his name and runs Fat Tuesday – a wee belter of a comedy club in Islington ...

Name: Tiernan Douieb.

Where do you live?: I live in the North London, specifically the Millionaire’s Row that is Finsbury Park. Please read that in your most sarcastic voice. I die all across the country.

How long have you been gigging for?: It feels like forever, but is actually about six years. Oh wait. That is forever. Especially in ant years. Lucky I’m not an ant. Ha ha, stupid ants.

What do you do?: I say words in an order that 83% of the time provokes laughter/loathing. The other 17% are words like "and" and sentences that link the other ones. Most of the combinations of words equal friendly comedy stuff as my small beardy face can’t get away with saying nasty things.

I also run a club called Fat Tuesday, and write a daily blog, and act very occasionally and work with the London Comedy Improv. When I’m not doing all of those I’m twittering about how tired I am.

Who makes you laugh?: The person that made me laugh the most ever was a man on a train who looked like the saddest clown in the world. And I once laughed for three whole minutes at a picture of a cat who had got his head stuck in a tin can. Sometimes I worry about my life.

At which London venues do you commonly appear?: I appear at quite a few venues, but they don’t always let me gig there, especially the non-comedy ones. They keep saying unless I can play an instrument or get my tits out, I can’t go on the stage. I say perseverance is everything.

For places where I say funny – my own club Fat Tuesday, which is the best fortnightly north London club on a Tuesday in London where I am the regular MC, is the best bet. I also gig quite regularly at the lovely Old Rope where I say new funny things that often aren’t yet funny but you can watch them begin the funny journey like a small non-scary clown version of Fieval the mouse. Lots of other places too.

What is your favourite London venue?: Probably Old Rope, Outside the Box or Downstairs At The Kings Head in Crouch End. All are nicely intimate rooms where you feel you can just go for anything and the crowd will go with you. Apart from that time I suggested setting fire to everyone for a laugh.

What are you/should you be famous for?: I should be famous for my pivotal role in ending the Second World War, using a powerful speech and a hand grenade. I wasn’t there though, so I’m not. I did an advert once. It wasn’t on for very long and no one really noticed. I am very well known for having a surname everyone thinks is pronounced "Dweeb" but its not. Instead its part of a government initiative to get more vowels in last names. Oh and I can do an alright Kermit the Frog impression. FACT.

Which celebrity do you look like?: I have, on occasion, been likened to Gervais and unfortunately, Corden. I however think I look a lot like Brad Pitt. If he’d been squashed a lot. And got a bit tubby. And changed the shape of his face through extensive surgery. Apparently I also look like your friend Dave. I’ve been told that twice. It might have been a famous Dave. Oh and Teddy Ruxpin.

Name one under-rated and one over-rated comedian: Craig Campbell is under-rated. The only reason I can see why this man isn't playing stadiums and arenas is because he'd have a hilarious tale about where everyone in the audience was from and they'd all be there for several years. He's just brilliant. Peter Kay is over-rated. I know its an obvious one, but I remember watching clips of him hosting the Brits earlier this year, where once again, he proved that being funny is something he struggles with. Please stop 'remembering things' and go away.

Whose sex face would you least like to see?: Dolph Lundgrun. I suspect its pure meanness and anyone who’s witnessed it died only seconds later with that as their last horrific image.

Audiences love it when I ... do that bit with the thing and the other thing that ends in the stuff. Everyone goes crazy times when I do that.

Audiences hate it when I ... leave. My house. And go to the gig.

Tiernan's website is www.tiernandouieb.co.uk and here he is at the Chortle Fast Fringe: