Great, let's rush out to see an old plonker, the lyricist who lives in a bubble and takes his verbal cues from Carry On and Corrie, live and at his objectionable best on stage. He'll be reciting from the great big book of Alf Garnett next, or harking back to the good old day of George and Mildred
What a laughable irrelevancy he's becoming; a poster boy for the uninformed "I'm not racist, but Britain used to better without so many foreigners (diluting our national essence)' BNP-lite crowd. Of course, he's perfectly placed to comment and pontificate to us Brits, having lived up his own arse in LA for a good few years now.
Twat. I'd be tempted to egg him if I was at the new gigs...