What’s your poison? Harveys. At the Town Hall during operatics we sell two types: Old and Bitter. Put them together and you get a Mother-in-Law.
Waitrose or Tescos? Waitrose. It’s my corner shop since a recent move, but it’s hardly like waltzing down the aisle with a trug on my arm. I miss the Leicester Road Stores, since a recent move.
Which newspaper do you read? I’m a news junkie. I look forward to the Sussex Express, because it’s reassuring that you can still read about cats up trees. In the South London Gazette murders used to scrape onto page 17. I read the Observer on a Sunday, and the Evening Standard on the train. I loathe the Daily Mail with a passion. It’s poisonous.
What’s your favourite Lewes landmark? Looking across the Paddock and Baxters Field from Paddock Lane.
What did you have for breakfast? A dirty fry up with my boys at Eddie’s Café on Nevill Road. Viv is a marvel - the service may be brusque but I don’t know how they manage it so cheap.
What do you think about the Phoenix development? I haven’t made my mind up yet. I fear it could turn out like Uckfield where they’ve lumped the development onto the side and it’s an obvious New Town. I’m sure the District Council could get a better deal for Lewes. ‘No’ doesn’t seem to be in their vocabulary.
What’s on your hifi? I prefer spoken word radio to music. I love the Jeremy Vine Show on Radio 2. The only time I listen to CDs is when I put them on my own radio show, which explains my awful taste in music. If I had my way it would all be phone-ins. I love hearing people’s opinions. I’d love to think of myself as a bit of a John Humphreys, but the truth is I’m more of a Barry Humphreys.
What musical or operatics number would you have played at your funeral? ‘That’s your Funeral’ from Oliver. But who would perform it?