That said, her misanthropy is less appealing than her self-laceration. Haynes doesn't have the heightened persona needed to make her attacks on whingeing farmers and fishermen charming rather than iffy. But the stories she recounts about herself are told with aplomb. This Birmingham-bred ball of bourgeois confusion fires out as many words-per-minute as anyone on the circuit. But she doesn't waste them. And she doesn't falsify.