James Scanlon: Australian Man of Mystery. Or, well, less mystery, more blinding neon shirts that stop you looking too closely. A man of many talents: he dances (like a giraffe on crutches); he sings (mostly in the shower); he’s a one man version of Stomp (apologies to the neighbours) – but somehow, he’s still the man you’d happily introduce to your parents. In small doses, anyway. Absolutely incorrigible, unendingly enthusiastic and completely unstoppable with his ...