It is an overcast morning in the cosy back room of a pub, and Adrian “Ade” Edmondson and I have totally ruined the initial concept of this feature by both having hangovers. Mine, pathetically, is from last night’s mere two glasses of wine. His, more admirably, is from a lunch yesterday “that developed into something bigger” and saw him finally get home at 6pm — only to receive a phone call from another friend who suggested the pub. “And I thought: why not?”
We were supposed to spend the afternoon wandering around Soho in central London. Edmondson’s old haunts from his Comedy Store days when he, Rik Mayall, Peter Richardson, Alexei Sayle, Dawn French, Ben Elton and Jennifer Saunders upended the existing establishment with a
