JANUARY has come and gone and I’ve been unable to stick to my new healthy regime. I started with good intentions in the new year, but very cleverly always managed to talk myself round. Another birthday has come and gone, too. Another year older but it meant a really nice week of friends and relatives spoiling me.
It started off in London, where I was judging a new act competition. That was good and I caught up with some old faces. Fellow judges included Andy De La Tour, brother of the wonder-ful actress Frances De La Tour. He was telling me he has written a book about going to New York to try stand-up once more, so obviously I persuaded him to come to do a show at the Festival.
It will be a challenge, up against the young things. However, he is funny, intelligent and has lots to talk about. I’m sure there’ll be no stopping him .
Another judge was Clive Anderson (pictured), who found it very hard to choose between the acts. It did not seem to come naturally to him that he had to have preferences.
That said, the winner, Alistair Beckett-King, was way ahead of the others. In fact, he was in the final of our So You Think You’re Funny? competition last Festival.
The rest of the week was lovely. Dinner in London with my daughter Katy, her boyfriend Ro and my good friends The Frosts - who sang a famous Beatles song about my age. On my actual birthday, I had supper out with my oldest friend Muriel, and then went to War Horse. What a tour de force that is, wonderful.
Ending the week, Kristian my son made the most delicious dinner, and my grandson Finn made me a yoghurt and lemon cake. Not to be outdone, my granddaughter Lily made me a lemon Swiss roll.
So no time for any kind of health regime - I felt very spoilt.