Christopher Brett Bailey

A different-every-night, shouting and reading show… stories, poems and black humour. Bailey’s words deliver a linguistic kaleidoscope of caustic cartoons, crackpot prophesies and demented erotica. Verbal diarrhoea, dirty jokes, venomous poetry, and tall tales that corkscrew deep into nightmares.

Tonight he is a voicebox and a microphone and nothing more: a potty mouthed poet, a reverend with a forked tongue, a standup comedian from hell, delivering a symphony of verbal adrenaline and twisted humour, a dense, poetic blend of the hallucinogenic and the hardboiled, a live action short story collection for the depraved, the depressed and the death obsessed.