Abstract:
Mark Thomas’ smile is grim as he crosses the hotel lobby to meet me; he’s aching for his ‘medication’. After he orders his double-espresso in the cafe his whole body slumps with relief and he turns to find us a booth. Two tables of skinny messy-haired Englishmen leap to their feet and almost genuflect, he makes an avuncular ‘as you were’ gesture and mutters kindly about their various shows at Melbourne’s Comedy Festival; they blush and wriggle with pleasure.
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