Interview taken from HermAphrodite #5

Scott Capurro has a book out now. Called ‘Fowl Play’ (Headline ).

Which features a dead chicken on its cover, and is very very good.

And so to introduce the man, here’s a live review ( by one Gareth McLean ) I stole earlier…

“There is nothing Scott Capurro will not say, no taboo he will not break, no sensibility he will not offend. He will not only slaughter the sacred cow but drink its blood and make a natty pair of leather trousers out of what is left.

“Whether decrying the Welsh as more in-bred than the English, or calling Anne Frank a whingeing teenager whose family probably wanted to get discovered by the Nazis so they could get away from her, Capurro refuses to toe the line by asking "what line?"

“The sharp intakes of breath from members of the audience reduced the oxygen level by at least a factor of ten. But Capurro is not racist or anti-Semitic. He just hates everyone.

“As the self-confessed spawn of white trash, nothing comes in for more vitriol than his own family. While the rest of us try not to mention death and our grandparents in the same afternoon, Capurro wants us to help kill his ageing relative.

“Bantering with the audience, he is at his best.

Should anyone heckle, he is on to them like a possessed mongoose spoiling for a fight.

“Offensive, obscene and totally hilarious.”

>>> Part 2

Last revised: 26/07/01