Uncle Lenny knows a lot about a lot. His vision of the future is chilling and prescient. They say that laughing Len writes 27 verses for every 4 he keeps. Well, whatever the little buddhist barmitzvah retreat boy does, it works: ‘Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it’s lonely here, there’s no one left to torture Give me absolute control over every living soul And lie beside me, baby, that’s an order! … Give me back the Berlin wall give me Stalin and St Paul I’ve seen the future, brother: it is murder.’ Best since Yeats?