Tim FitzHigham does strange things and then reports on them comically. In past years he rowed the length of the Thames in a papier-mache canoe and crossed the English Channel in a bathtub. This year, inspired by the 400th anniversary of Don Quixote, he decided to become a knight errant, choosing as his Dulcinea a popular TV presenter and setting out to earn the title of Sir Tim.

His quest, as he recounts hilariously, somehow involved an exploding West Indian toilet, a worm-charming festival, shin-kicking and cheese-rolling tournaments, the acquisition of a plastic model of the Holy Grail, walking 40 miles through the Spanish countryside in full armour and, bowing to current practice, the offer of a small bribe to the Labour Party. I won’t give away his ending but film and slide projections prove that he’s not making any of this up and, while he characteristically has to refer frequently to his script, he is also no slouch at sharp-edged ad libs and spontaneous digressions. He is, in short, both a very strange person and a master storyteller, and an hour in his company is a delight.