35 years of being paid to dance about like a fucking idiot and swear at cunts. Join me, the most Seymour Mace of all the comedians, as I take to the stage, my pockets stuffed with almost all of the little bits and pieces of shite that I've tried to pass of as entertainment throughout those 35 years. There'll be classic old favourites, bits that never made it to the stage, new bits that appear in my head and some stuff that died on its fucking arse but hey ho, lets give it another go; maybe it was just ahead of its time!

The experience will be different every day as I randomly rummage about in my massive pockets to pick out particular pieces of shit that will dictate the nature and direction of the show. Could be jokes, games, songs, drawings, poems, puppets sketches or loads of other haphazard high, middle and lowlights from my overlong career down at the arse end of the arts. So get yourselves down! If only to witness a rapidly ageing, melancholy, misanthropes' inner child leaping around like a desperate lunatic as he revels in a brief respite from his almost constant struggle with the existential angst that comes from the realisation of nothing.

Edinburgh Comedy Award Nominee.

Times-*****

One4Review-*****

Gigglebeats-*****

Entertainment Now-*****

"Clever, rebellious, absurd and gloriously, gloriously silly...a truly Dada-ist style of stand up." - Scotsman ****

"Partially hidden inside a seemingly fanciful hour is a seething set about class and inequity." - List ****

"a few however, were a little baffled and confused." One4Review ****.5