The things we have to do

Oh, the glamour of setting up a Laughter-House comedy night.

I'm sure most Women of a Certain Age don't usually spend their evenings on their hands and knees with their bottoms in the air.

Or maybe they do. But if they do, are they likely to be clutching a thick black cable in one hand and wrestling with something rubbery in the other? Well maybe that's another yes.

That's the worse part of a Laughter-House Comedy Night. The best part is of course, an evening full of people laughing their socks off.

September's show included the interactive Paul Redwood who proved very popular, with lots of reminiscing about the old days, and involving everyone in his daughter's unique version of stone, scissors, paper. A classic.

Next up, Mark Simmonds,wonderful one liners and a really comfortable presence...a real find...

And then of course Mike Gunn, who kept the audience laughing for 40 minutes and seemed to thoroughly enjoy our little club. His list of the differences between men and women will be etched in more than a few memories for a while. As someone commented, "What an absolute professional..such smooth delivery".

Look out for him on Michael MacIntyres Comedy Roadshow......

So now to get ready for the next show..posters to prepare and a newsletter to write.....and all the anticipation of my next encounter with a piece of pliant rubber...

How to make your Mum Proud

So another prostitute has emerged, blinking into the daylight and shouting to the media about her liaison with a Premier League footballer.

Apparently all she wants to do is 'make her mother proud.'

So she sleeps with Wayne Rooney for a few hundred quid whilst his wife is pregnant, announces it to the world and then takes a cheeky swipe about HIS morals.

Her nickname is 'Premiership Jen'. She's boasted of sleeping with a further three Premier League footballers, and has claimed she performed a sex act on a well-known striker in a nightclub toilet before charging him £75.

Amazing isn't it. And very noble.

When I was a child, all I had to do to make my Mum proud was to avoid picking my nose in company.