Beyond any reasonable expectation, we’ve somehow got James Acaster doing two nights at OPPO, our silly little comedy night. I had some vague awareness of what the premise was - he’s actually, in fact, Craig Simons, the UK’s number one James Acaster tribute act - but had studiously avoided any details. What I got was a tour de force, a fantastic middle ground between the looser latter day shows and the more conceptual Repertoire material. The nerve of the man to call it a work in progress, this fully fledged thing that was word perfect. Outrageous. It shouldn’t mean that much to us, but James telling me and Alasdair that we were very funny is, oh boy, it’s a buzz. We end up staying at Spirited drinking Old Fashioneds until 2am, which is a terrible wonderful idea. What a night.