It’s the first of 66 annual shows culminating in Paul Kerensa: Revelation, in 2073 (assuming he can get past the trickily uncomedic books of Micah and 2 Kings). For now, from Adam’s figleaf to Joseph’s technicolour dreamcoat — via Sodom’s crotchless pants — Paul will gently dissect the first book of the Bible with the warm and rapier-sharp wit, wordplay and sense of fun that have become his trademark.