Last night I went to see Bill Bailey at the National Indoor Arena, with H, my daughter, happytune and our old friend B. He was more or less non-stop funny for a couple of hours. I was holding my sides. He's got masses of audio-visual stuff, keyboards that play samples of politicians' voices, dozens of guitars. Last time I saw him was at the University Arts Centre, and he had no equipment beyond an acoustic guitar and a xylophone, and the audience was maybe a couple of hundred. The boy done good.