Never getting into German comedy could be what nudged the Polish Kuba into English stand-up.
Each day I teeter between hope and despair. Is my Britain really a sea of racists? Is that what happened?
Literally open a hole in the wall and present a bottle of beer and someone will want part of that, you’ve founded the new in-place.
Beat it. Trap it. Lite it. Play it. It’s Friday.
Wine, summer, good conversation. It doesn’t get better.