Today at Virgin Megastore on Oxford St (next to Tottenham Court Rd tube) at 6pm. Tell them you love the way the show is completely improvised.
Then let me know what they say.
UPDATE: Damn, I forgot Mangan occasionally reads this blog. Abort! Abort!
Mangan is also the biggest improvisor/always credits the writers. So yes, we heart Steve. Even if he does occasionally TRY TO KILL MY READERS (see comments thread below). A shiny english pound to anyone who turns up to the signing with a tyremark on their forehead and points tearfully to Mangan sobbing 'Officer, that's the one! Arrest him forthwith!'.
Just now, coming back from the farmer's market (smoked salmon offcuts £1 a bag, which means I can have smoked salmon and scrambled goose egg on local bread for... not very much money, I can't work it out), when I wished I had some chocolate. I put my hand in my jacket pocket to find... a small bit of chocolate wrapped in gold foil. So either:
a) I went out for a meal Saturday night with some colleagues and forgot there was some chocolate with coffee at the end, which I must have put in my pocket, the chocolate not the coffee, or:
b) my magic powers have finally appeared, at the not-insignificant age of 33.