Love the prog, however me and Miss DBG enjoy screaming at Jay of an evening. He gets to stand there at the end, with someone welling up at their treasured family heirloom, getting hugs and chants of "ohhh, thank you, you're sooo talented" when he's done sweet fanny adams, aside from strutting around like a bald Mike Brewer. Sometimes he walks between tables, carrying an item, often as much as three or four paces.
Our favourite bit (look out next time you watch it) is his handmade, stunning, clearly custom-made leather apron... which he wears too-high, thus leaving an excess amount of the 'neck' flapping about like a kid wearing his dad's leather belt. And its
immaculate. Not a mark, nick, stain, or scuff on it.
In two or three years of the show it's blatantly still new and stiff leather, so it's clearly never worn for more than a few minutes at a time. Sigh...
Like the watchmaker who looks like if Daniel Craig had brother