I was a little worried when I heard that Harry Hill was going back on the road after eight years away. Would it be a case of a deluded boxer returning to the ring thinking he could still cut it? Would it be like Bjorn Borg making his comeback with an old wooden tennis racquet? I didn't need to worry. I saw Hill's Sausage Time spectacular – and spectacular is the only word for it – on its first night in London a few weeks ago and, if anything, the lunacy was sharper than ever.

Has anyone tried to attack you while you've been at work recently? Probably not, but a news story today suggests that it happened to Terry Alderton during a gig this week. The Essex stand-up was doing a charity gig at the Prince William of Gloucester Barracks in Grantham when, according to Chortle, someone jumped onstage.

Oh, isn't the internet wonderful. I wrote and posted this short opinion piece on the rise of poshness in comedy while I was waiting to go to a comedy classical music concert at the Royal Festival Hall which I couldn't help thinking was the most middle class comedy event I'd ever attended. You can read my review here.