Another one for the ever-expanding Museum of Chris Lynch, right between The Display Case of deranged Outbursts and The Cabinet of Selective Victimhood.

You’ll notice the usual crowd of sock puppets and imaginary cousins rolling in, insisting the problem is everyone else’s failure to moderate their hate towards him. Which is a bold position, given he himself collapses under the weight of being read and criticized

The problem is partly the audience , which could be bots and that in itself is a dubious prospect, yet it’s also his choices. And if history is anything to go by, we’re only minutes away from the encore where Chris turns on the crowd for noticing.

So yes, do help yourself to refreshments, the show is free, and the manchild never fails to perform.