The Mighty Bill

Well, as expected, Bill Bailey was tremendous. The first half started off brilliantly, but when he went off for an interval, we were left feeling a little like he wasn't that comfortable. He bounded back on for the second half however, and he didn't disappoint in the slightest, he was funny and wacky and very very good. He performed at the end with a hindi choir that I completely failed to get the name of (£10 for a programme??? Not on your life! All hail nice comedians that give them for free in the name of charity). which was amazing, and he performed his love ballad which is still hilarious even though it was in Part Troll:

A very nice night. As has now become tradition (we've done it twice...), we stopped at L'Alba d'oro chip shop for chips on the way home. The best chip shop in the world, it has been my favourite my whole life. Like me, it was established in Edinburgh in 1975.

The bad stuff: a big venue like that makes it a bit like watching it on DVD, except less convenient. And why why why does the tallest person in the place always sit in front of me, and why does the dickhead that guffaws too loudly and claps every single solitary joke always sit right behind my ear??? I like the quiet intimate venues with the eclectic fans.

Frustrated

Grrr. Not only am I missing Jasper Fforde at the Book Festival, but I'm feeling generally disgruntled all round.

I feel sick for about the 100th day in a row. I hurt. I am sick of being female and fertile.
Except I have no wish to cease to be either, I just wish it hurt less.

The children are tired and fractious and both parents are too tired and fractious to do anything about this. Taking them to a run-about-and-tire-yourself-out-while-we-sit-and-do-nothing place is out when they're too tired, it becomes a trial. We are shortly going to go and do some mystery shopping in the joy that is Glenrothes. Happy times.

Tonight we go to see Bill Bailey, he will cure my inertia and give me something to think about.

People there should be clones of

I'm feeling talkative. Or, look, I'm procrastinating again.

Anyway, I've been mentally compiling a list of people that I think are great, for various reasons, and I feel I want to write them down before that particular train of thought gets endless delays before cancellation. Obviously, each of these persons is unique, so cloning would be futile, but in a perfect world these people would all be my friends and we'd hang out together. Clones might be more willing...

Ian Rankin. He's incredibly nice, incredibly interesting, incredibly witty and really really grounded. And he supports Raith Rovers.

Jasper Fforde. A fellow sufferer of my birthday, this man is a genius and I LOOOOVE his books.

Marcus Brigstocke. The most attractive man on earth.

Richard Herring. Because he is Richard Herring.

Andrew Collins. This man is the only person who should ever be allowed to review films.

Jason Byrne, Bill Bailey, Russell Howard, Ross Noble, Jeremy Hardy and the above three. These people make me laugh and laugh and laugh.

Danny Wallace. You can't not love him.

Bernard Butler. Because he plays guitar like no other.


A little sexist, perhaps? I don't like women much. Men do most things better. Leave it at that.

CNPS 10, 11, 12 and 13 today!!