James was brilliant two nights ago (and I have to say, he's aged rather well *cough*). He's still as deadpan and calm as he was three years ago, but he's also a lot more animate now, mainly in the sense that he waved his hands around enough times to do some sneaky palm reading on the side. Plus, let's not get me started on that little smile he does whenever something unusual happens (but seriously though, the way the corners of his mouth curls up, I'm not surprised people mistake him for Josh Widdicombe (though on that point, Josh has got the wider smile, but I digress)).
One of the highlights was that I got a front row seat, and the woman sat next to me placed her wine glass on the stage. During the show, she picked it up to drink from, and when James was starting his next routine, he lifted her glass to the other side of the stage, and then took it with him backstage when he finished performing. Now I'm just starting to wish I'd gone ahead and cabbaged (or cabedged) him like I initially wanted to.