Sunday I saw a comedian I had never heard of but his show had already sold out and Liz rated him very highly. I don't know how to describe Daniel Kitson he was a very down to earth and obviously somewhere in Yorkshire probably close to my home town. He talked to things that touched memories in me, maybe not always funny but warm and comfortable. Fire works on the cricket grounds to like Parkin (a weird heavy ginger cake). He also make me wish to go visit a beach near Liverpool that has metal figures in the sand that get covered at high tide. It felt like he was sharing a secret with just me instead of a busy Sunday night fringe crowd.