Way Fitter Than Billy Fury

It’s December, season of credit and frenzied advertising. What better way to welcome in the month than with the umpteenth release this year by York’s Mark Wynn. Behind that glamorous cover shot lurks the same caustic wit, rapid fire delivery and acoustic punk setting. Who could resist a song called George Formby Breakdown? Or an album called Last Of the Real Rock Stars Is A Stupid Phrase- I Am Way Fitter Than Billy Fury Ever Was And I Don’t Care What Anyone Says?

I have a bit of a hangover.