The Night I Met Bill Bailey…

It’s weird.

It’s like looking into a mirror to the future…


Culch has the review, I thought he was brilliant and relentlessly smart and different as always.

Want to know how I got to meet him?

Not because I work in the meeja here. Nope.

Not because he reads my increasingly patchy blog. Nope.

I posted this on Twitpic at the end of his gig:

Turns out @brogenhayes was in the private bar afterwards, knowing some mutual friends. The bould @realbillbailey takes out his phone, shows the picture of the gig and she says “I know him, he’s in the bar next door” and thus I was ushered in…

The magic of Twitter my friends…


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