Chapter 20

The theatre looks resplendent in it’s finery, even more so when filled to capacity with eager punters.

The downstairs area is full to capacity. You grab a pint from the upstairs bar and filter onto the balcony. 


It’s actually great up here and you have a fine view. You relax in your velvet chair and get ready for the show to start.

Jeffrey arrives on stage to rapturous applause. This almost feels like a homecoming show, such is the enthusiasm from the audience. He is joined by the polite looking Peter Stampfel and other assorted backing musicans – including Fenic from The Wave Pictures, you notice.

The set is, of course, sublime. Jeff seems genuinely thrilled to be in Wakefield and he jokes with the crowd between the excellent, quirky, perfectly constructed songs.

About halfway through the band slip into an instrumental, at which point Jeff pulls out a sketchpad. He looks around the front row of the audience and spies someone on the front row. He begins to draw it as the band continue to improvise.

As they come to a close, he rips the drawing from his sketchpad and holds it up to the audience. The picture gets a massive round of applause. Then he informs the audience “Ok, this next one is called Cult Boyfriend.

The show ends, all too quickly. It was one you will remember for a very long time, but you simply don’t want to leave.