Cracking Thursday evening up in that there Fine City with the Global Head of Content. Not long till the Greater Anglia Trains are rebadged as being part of Great British Railways.
and over the Wensum to the perfectly adequate Glasshouse (Spoons) with perfectly adequate food and beer. Good bogs too. We hadn't come out out just to put our money in Tim Norman's pocket. No, we'd come to Epic (shocking beer prices and shocking bogs) to see the (once of) Salford Stick Insect and he'd circumnavigated the globe ten times to perform for us. No longer de riguer in the glorified Beasley Boulevard now he'd gained an ounce post non-recreational drugs he told us. Firmly ensconced in 'East Anglia' (Essex) and picking up the lingo. Fahking cahnt and all that.
Yes, they are sitting down. Faux shambolic searching for lines aside he still is a spindly wordsmith of the highest order. Well worth a watch. Cheers son. I might catch Hugh Cornwell next month.
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