Bristol – the unofficial Home of the Slave Trade™ – is in the West Country, an area where people spend all day pointing at planes and burning witches. Occasionally at the same time. Fortunately my parents moved from the city shortly before I was born, but unfortunately my friend Paul Parry moved there last year. And I’m off to visit him this weekend to watch his brilliant Literally stand-up show.

I’ve seen Literally 23,128 times in London and twice at the Edinburgh Fringe in 2008 and I’m still not bored of it. This may partly be due to the minute ego-boost I receive through a very brief mention near the start of the performance, but is probably more to do with it being a genuinely funny, original and charming show.

It garnered excellent reviews at the Fringe and is available for your viewing pleasure at the times mentioned on the poster above (which I designed – the first time I’ve ever attempted such a thing). So buy your tickets now, or else you’ll make the Literally Tsar angry. And you wouldn’t like him when he’s angry.