The playful showers of the last few days have turned to driving rain. After three sell out nights in a row my audience has dwindled and seems a little weary. There is however one woman who chuckles wonderfully throughout and ends up actually screaming with laughter! I’ve never ever had someone scream with laughter at ...

Rather than try any more washing I decide to buy some new clothes and head up to George street. I go into French Connection and try to find something that isn’t emblazoned with a phrase like ‘BEST FCUK IN TOWN’ or ‘FCUK THIS!’ I thought they’d dropped that whole miserable strategy anyway. Perhaps it’s working ...

My Dad calls to say I got a good review in The Independent. I consider buying it but don’t. Jon Ronson made a brilliant film a few years ago about a comedy critic who takes his one man show (which is about being a comedy critic) to the festival. His show is wretchedly bad but ...

I remembered to close the shutters as well as the curtains last night so I’m not woken by the daylight this morning. Instead I come round in my own time. For a while I lie in the gloom drifting in and out of a dream in which I’m the guest of a Paris Hilton type ...