Using William Blake's poem (B-side to the English national anthem) and The Fall's take on it as a springboard, I endeavour to serve up satire, comedy and poetry with one eye on the distant past, and the other locked laser-like on the future. It's clearly a recipe for disaster, but what's wrong with that? Something will come of it and you can call it art. 'Perennial Fringe maverick' (Guardian). ***** (Scotsman). 'Simon is to the Fringe what the ravens are to the Tower of London' **** (Chortle.co.uk). 'One of the all-time great British stand-ups' (Stewart Lee).