When Harry met Dali

Harry Hill looks just like, well, Harry Hill. The thick spectacles, huge shirt collar and suit jacket with pens stuffed into the top pocket are all present and correct.

He greets me in the hotel lounge with a crooked grin and throaty chuckle, making me feel as if I’ve been brought up on stage at one of his absurdist comedy shows.

Then the interview begins, and a very different character takes over. This ...