Dressed in a shirt and tie with a one-size-too-small striped jacket, skin tight trousers, and hair circa. 1978, he swigged bottles of Becks while flicking through notebooks that came from a plastic carrier bag.
The guy seems to have "mellowed into bitterness" thats the best description I can come up with, he's very funny, but there's a vulnerability about him I can't quite put my finger on.
He read "I married a monster from outer space" and said it was about his own marriage...! He seemed to have a bit of a downer about women "Some people call me a mysoginist - I'm not - not unless a mysoginist is someone who hates all women!"
All in all a great gig, and I think the guy is very approachable.
Review by Jim In Scotland