An hour and a half of poems, songs, banter and a celebration of spectacles with plenty of willing – though ever-so-slightly random – audience participation. Apparently we looked like an interval-kind-of-audience so there was an intermission for kids to buy books and the bar to sell some more liquid refreshment.
We learnt about amoebae, armadillos, John’s very very very … very naughty brother-in-law, hamsters and we messed up the Bungalow song so badly that it was abandoned. Is it just me or is John’s ukulele particularly smiley?
Great fun and unusually clean/virtuous family-friendly for modern comedy. And now we have a nine year old at home who will be able to jump into John Hegley’s shoes and perform poems from his book!