Most stand-ups secretly want to be rock stars, their ambitions thwarted only by their total lack of musical ability. This man is unique amongst comedians, in that he’s a real musician, who has been moonlighting as a funnyman since re-naming himself after a Lincolnshire village sometime during the Thatcher era. Cut from the same English…
The Eighties is still regarded as something of a wasteland for rock, the first period in which the relentless forward motion that had propelled white boy guitar music from rock and roll, through acid rock and into punk, had run out of steam in a mess of hair metal and anthemic stadium-sized post-punk derivatives. The…
On Sunday, at 2.26 in the afternoon, a man claiming to be the transport correspondent of the Daily Telegraph rang me up asking me why I had described Michael McIntyre as ‘spoon-feeding his audience warm diarrhoea’. I hung up, assuming it was some weird prank call, like the people who ring me at 3am asking…