"Is it a Bouzouki?"

The grand finale of the Festival was Bill Bailey's new show Qualmpeddler, and I was there with three friends.
We met in the Festival Bar earlier, and were joined by a chap I'd sold a book to that afternoon, with his wife. He had heard from the landlady of his B&B about the whole furore over a new supermarket, and declared that he would shout out to Bill during the performance to ask him what his thoughts on Tesco were.
Which he did, in the middle of something else entirely. Muttering about "local supermarket politics", Bill Bailey came to the front of the stage and declared that Tesco must be defeated. "There, that's sorted that out," he said, as he went back to what he'd been doing.
It was a splendidly bizarre evening, with stories about rescuing Chinese owls, pot shots at politicians - "Is it possible to loathe someone on a molecular level?" - Death Metal in a West Country accent ( Emanation went home singing Ripped Apart By Badgers), and a new stringed instrument that Bill asked the audience to name.
"Is it a bouzouki?"
"No."
And a few moments later: "Is it a bouzouki?"
"No."
And then he went into an inspired rant about the Eurocrisis and all sorts of things happening in the world - but here in the tent, time had stood still, while people were still asking: "Is it a bouzouki?"
In the end, he told us - it was a bouzouki hybrid with a Turkish saz - or "sazuki".
Later, he played something on the keyboard and asked us to name the type of music - someone shouted out Mozart (which was half right, as Mozart used it), and then someone else suggested it was Murder, She Wrote!
He did a dub version of Downton Abbey, and Match of the Day as a Jewish folk song, and talked about the Large Hadron Collider, and Rowan Williams as the (increasingly hairy) face of Anglicanism, and a Lady Gaga song....
.... and it was all brilliant!
And for one of his encores, he played the tuned car horns, finishing with The Final Countdown.