Best not to ask, eh? Could be yours.

As Bill Bailey shares a house in Hammersmith with his good lady wife and a small menagerie, why would I want him to come to my house, Micca?

Mr Bailey was as brilliant as usual, managed to get himself upstaged by a member of the audience at which point I nearly wet my knickers ( possibly not how you would want them for flonking with ) . For a minute I thought Liz might have turned up, as a woman down in the stalls started to squeak in a very familiar fashion. She may have quietly chocked to death after Mr Bailey kept likening her to a chinchilla, who knows?

We will now pause for the collective mental shuffling away from the scary lady...............I thank you.

TTFN M'Lady P.