Heading out to Docklands to meet comedian Lee Hurst in his local café, I’m nervous. It’s not so much the thought of witnessing a drive-by shooting or picking my way through a heap of grieving bankers, it’s the fact that I’m running a bit late and I don’t have his mobile number.
I needn’t have worried. (more…)
As you get older, you find that the years start to take on a familiar rhythm: New Year, Valentine’s Day, the clocks go forward, Marks and Spencers release their best/worst figures ever, local news programmes film teenagers opening their A level results, the clocks go back, and finally Woody Allen releases his latest movie. At that point (more…)