No one likes comedy more than me. Give me a good situation comedy on the box and I’m there.

Unfortunately in recent years there been an absolute dearth of such programmes. I don’t subscribe to the term ‘Alternative Comedy’, to me something is either funny or it’s not. I will of course admit that there is a generation gap here and younger folk might find the new line up of comedians funny where I generally find them as funny as a broken hip but there you go.

So imagine my delight when I was introduced to BBC’s ‘Not Going Out’ written by and starring Lee Mack. I thought this was the best comedy of recent years and settled down to enjoy what I thought would be an on going delight on a Friday night. Alas no.

The powers that be at the BBC, which I reckon includes no one over the age of ten, have pulled the programme. I am stunned. How in a civilised world Alan Carr can be let loose on an unsuspecting public but withdraw Not Going Out I don'y know.

However I am not really surprised, years ago I got into Taggart late in the series and the next day Mark McManus died. I’d just got into Father Ted and he died. Now feeling like the angel of death after this latest news I may go into a sulk.

I really should write something about amateur dramatics I suppose but I do feel better after venting my wrath on these blogs. What next? Ah yes Swine Flu. It’s going to kill half the population I believe. That is the few people who remain on this planet after Aids, Mad Cow disease, Bird Flu and SARS and remember the Millennium Bug? What a disappointment that turned out to be. Computers would fail; airplanes would fall out the sky etc. etc…who the devil comes up with this stuff? That’s it I’m off for a large Gin.

Calming down and returning to what I’m supposed to be talking about, our production of The Memory of Water is having its final touches and will no doubt be another little winner for the group.

Now pay attention, the play is staged on May 7th, 8th & 9th at 7.30pm in Kingston Bagpuize & Southmoor Village Hall. Tickets £7 each available from village shops or by telephoning 01865 820375, there, my job is done.

To the most popular part of my blog the weekly story. Popular? Well I like it.

This weeks true story involves a Grandma and Grandpa were visiting their kids overnight.

When Grandpa found a bottle of Viagra in his son's medicine cabinet, he asked about using one of the pills.

The son said, "I don't think you should take one Dad; they're very strong and very expensive."

"How much?" asked Grandpa.

"£10.00 a pill," Answered the son.

"I don't care," said Grandpa, "I'd still like to try one, and before we leave in the morning, I'll put the money under the pillow."

Later the next morning, the son found £110 under the pillow. He called Grandpa and said, "I told you each pill was £10, not £110.

"I know," said Grandpa. "The hundred is from Grandma!"