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At last, a politician who sees sense. As well as wasting money on bailing out banks, we're wasting money and lives trying to be global police.

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This little wooden balance bike is great for your little tyke to gain confidence and balance without those confusing pedals in the way! Quality German manufacturing in hardwood and with adjustable seat height and pneumatic tyres.

Look at the video to see:

Search around on YouTube for more examples of how kids zoom around confidently on these balance bikes.

The next step to a pedal cycle is a breeze after graduating from a push along balance bike.

Who would call their business "ESRA" unless they have a sense of humour?

Dear Luvvies,

Blink and you'll miss my oscar-worthy performance on the small screen.

My first steps on the long road to Hollywood in this business we call show.

49 minutes in: Holby_City_Series_11_These_Arms_of_Mine

I never found those chocolates, flowers and good luck cards in my dressing room by the way.

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I used to love Cambridge Comedy Marquee. This style of cabaret comedy venue started in an underground car-park under Mandella House. Nowadays it is presented in a marquee on Jesus Green. For years now I’ve been attending and in the early days several nights in the week that it ran.

I remember seeing some unknown acts who are now big names on the comedy circuit.

Now though it seems to be a pissfest.

Tonight 2 tables were reserved at the front by piss-artist modern day hippies who squirted drink or water at the compere. When you buy your tickets, seats cannot in theory be reserved. I don't know what these drunks did to wangle reservations, when I generally queue long before doors open to try and get a good seat.

It seems many people go out drinking before they get to the comedy marquee and turn up totally drunk. Don't get me wrong I like a few drinks myself, but generally when I get there.

The toilets are always the same, can't open and close the door of the stalls without contortion and this year even the men had to queue (about time I hear our sisters shout).

Now too if you wanted a pitcher of beer, it was served up in plastic milk cartons.

A year or so ago I wrote and pleaded with the organisers not to organise it the same week as the Edinburgh festival, since the quality of acts has been dropping (with some exceptions) but my pleas fell on deaf ears, and so we have less of a comedy festival and more of an excuse for chavs to get pissed in a tent it seems.

Labels: Cambridge Comedy Marquee