On stage,
in his flower-flecked cowboy shirt and hat,
it's difficult to detect the East Yorkshire accent
beneath the delicate songs straight from the heart.
Afterwards, when he collars you at the bar,
and talks passionately of imploding black-holes,
egg-shaped time, heavy gravity, anti-matter
and Danish polsevognen,
you're left wondering whether or not
this reborn former football hooligan
is actually a visitor from a parallel earth
- situated below
and ever-so-slightly to the left
of our own.
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