I ate eight salmon rolls, drank a can of diet coke and sat down on my floor to do an interview with Paul F. Tompkins. Not because I am particularly against chairs and comfortable seating, but because my room is so tiny that there is not room for anything else than a single bed. And that is the setting in which I conducted an interview with one of the greatest and most interesting comedians in the world. Self-consciously I stuttered my way through the conversation – at certain times I was almost certain that he knew that I was sat on the floor, that my foot was sleeping, that my breath smelled of salmon and most of all, that I had no idea what I was doing. If Paul F Tompkins did in fact know all of this, he showed no sign of it and we actually managed to talk for 17 minutes and 31 seconds – not that anyone is counting – and whilst most of it was me attempting to remember the English language, we also drew a pretty good outline of what his expectations to his forthcoming show in London are.