I suffering from an occasional fit of jealousy. Master P has gone to watch Ross Noble live in Manchester tonight and I would really have loved to go with them, but having your dad hanging would have seriously damaged my son’s cred. You’d see it written on their faces: “If that old fart is into Ross Noble, why are we?”
But I do think he’s great, especially on ISIHAC. His humour is so wonderfully surreal, albeit not to everyone’s taste. So I’m stuck with watching him on YouTube as above.
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