Introducing Michael May

Once, when I was ten, my Dad shot two crows with a pellet gun from the upstairs window because they were attacking our dog, Chilli, in the garden. We went outside to collect them, still a little worried about the third crow that managed to escape, and heard a hedge rustling. Our cat, Pepper, emerged with a small red bandana on his head and blood on his teeth, having killed the third crow.

The show isn’t about that really, but it will be very funny.