"Hawkins escapes from his padded cell window any time somebody chucks him a grappling hook. The 'hook' is any chance to perform, and sometimes all it takes is one phone call with an offer he doesn't understand, and out comes the stage suit again - well, an iffy shirt, sawn-off pants, loud socks, and his much-loved pair of 1950's boots with holes in that somebody gave him (the boots not the holes).

Over the years he's performed his stand-ups, cabarets, after-dinner speaking and sell-out shows all over the UK, occasionally popping over to Cyprus, Corfu, Menorca and Spain for international cabarets."

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