Have you seen Glenn Wool?

It's dark, it's crowded, it's probably about 2am and it's Melbourne.

This is the after-show cabaret at the 2003 Comedy Festival, Adam Hills is compering and he's just shown off his fake foot.

A Canadian cowboy pushes his way between the red velvet curtains, pushes back his curtains of dark hair and starts a short set.

It was Glenn Wool, it was fifteen minutes long and it was unforgettably funny.

Since then Glenn Wool has been firmly on my list of comedians-I-will-go-to-see-whatever. (Adam Hills is still on that list too). I've seen him in a cavern in Edinburgh, in a converted church in Norwich and now I've seen him at the Norwich Playhouse. One of the reasons I find him so watchable is his uniquely dramatic, almost Shakespearean, delivery style - from rich bellow to falsetto whisper, sometimes within the same sentence.

So given how good I think he is, I suppose I should be surprised that I haven't seen him on the telly. In his latest set he mentions going out to LA to try to get into films and I could definitely see him in the kind of comedy film roles which Russell Brand, Simon Pegg and Ricky Gervais have cornered, so why don't I?

It may be to do with the material - which, while very funny, is not exactly made for television (he joked that you don't see his sort of stuff on "Live at the Apollo"). Having said that, on several occasions at the end of a routine which, on the surface, could appear to offend pretty much everybody he pointed out that he had crafted it so carefully that it wasn't actually offensive to anybody.

So it may be to do with the man - quite a lot of the set involved brushes with authority from which Glenn did not emerge as the kind of man who would take well to being asked to do another take.

Whatever the reason, over the course of the evening I got the impression that I'm not the only one who's surprised he's not more well-known, the rest of the audience and Glenn Wool seemed to be surprised too.