I shouldn’t lay claim to impartiality here, seeing as I’ve known Tomas for years, but he was sleeping on my kitchen floor during this tour and that was annoying enough to counterbalance and friendly sympathy I may have had. So impartial I am.

Bar Me, by the way, is not a bad spot at all - if you can find it. I walked all the way from the Cross into the city looking for it, and in the end it turned out to be on a back street, contra the pub’s advertising. The underground jazz cellar was okay, and even though only six people turned up, it didn’t feel scary - just intimate. Tomas’s show is getting better all the time and if people knew what they were getting, they would have flocked down there in their hundreds. The mix of overt camp rock moves and insecure ‘coming of age’ poetry makes his shows multidimensional in a way that might seem like a crime against nature at first, but always comes off as charming in the end. I laughedmuch, and I’ve seen it all many times before.

Really a good gig. My only gripe is that I was promised some poetry from Briohny Doyle and she didn’t show up. If anyone out there knows her, can you deliver her a flaming bag of dog poop from me?