London | I’m sitting in a Soho cafe called Freak Scene, which is as vibrant and garish as the name suggests, when a tall man with one leg and a frightening serial-killer beard walks in and sits next to me at the bar. It’s clear this isn’t going to be an ordinary lunch.
And so it proves. Aussie funnyman Adam Hills, now a darling of the near-impregnable British comedy circuit, has barely got the opening pleasantries out of the way when he sets his phone up on the counter.