“I’ll grab me coffee and I’ll be there,” speaks comedian Steve Hughes softly down the phone from Adelaide, South Australia. To the uninitiated, it’s a godforsaken outpost of wine, weed and the weird. Steve is bedraggled, rakish and clad in faded black t-shirt. He’s more smartarse than man, driven extra mad by misinformation and bullshit fed down the mass media pipe. So he fits right in, as a matter of course. “I didn’t go from death metal to comedy because I’m completely fucking normal,” he quips.