IN a patch of woodland high up on a remote hillside, a bearded man laughs as he flings axes through the air.
It sounds like a scene from a dark backwoods slasher thriller, but this is not the Appalachians or Texas, but the gentle downs of south Oxfordshire. And the man with the blades is really very responsible. He really is.
The laugh is real though, for this is Harry Househam – better known as the face of Jericho Comedy Club and a man who has spent lockdown finding new and imaginative ways of getting us smiling. But instead of putting comedians on punts or organising drive-in gigs, Harry is now releasing his inner caveman and getting to grips with choppers. And he thinks we could all benefit.