You’d have thought there was an upper limit on surrealness, wouldn’t you? Surely, one would imagine, after enough weirdness, ‘The Owl And The Pussycat’ begins to read like a Thomas Cook brochure. Well, this is in contrast to the radical theories of Lembit Opik: intrepid adventurer into the outer limits of things that make you go ‘Say what?’. Because each and every time he crops up in the public eye, you’re still scraping your jaw off the floor. Tonight (from 6pm) at The George Orwell on Essex Road, the ex-Lib Dem MP reads his own poetry, spectates on a song and dance written in his honour (as if he hadn’t already made enough a song and dance about himself) and challenges the crowd to arm wrestle. Here’s hoping Siân Lloyd and Gabriela Cheeky turn up and put his biceps to shame. Now surely that would be the upper limit of nuttiness. Surely?
Lembit Opik appears tonight at The George Orwell, 382 Essex Road, N1 3PF (07958 971847).