Wow, snow. Ooh.

Am now exhausted, after a long weekend of parental-type visits. Spent Saturday helping my dad to do up his garden (pressure washed the patio! Woohoo!), by the end of which I was muddy, exhausted, and happy (I love all that - miss having a decent garden to muck about in). Then on Sunday, visited A's mum and her husband, and had a very civilised lunch and chat and look at photos of A when he was a baby (so cute! Whatever happened?). 

Oh, watched the '100 Greatest Stand-Up Comedians' on Channel 4 last night. Hmm. Not sure I entirely agreed with the choices made, but hey. And, my god but Jim Davidson's an unpleasant man. As is Bernard Manning (not that this is news...). Was reminded of how much I love Bill Hicks - died at 32, which is sounding younger and younger. And I love Bill Bailey's arcane knowledge. And the way Dylan Moran uses words. And Eddie Izzard's glamorous weirdosity. And Mark Thomas's intelligent activism. And don't find Al Murray funny (what's the point of that frickin' Pub Landlord thing?). And I remember when Jasper Carrott had me crying with laughter, ditto Billy Connolly. And Victoria Wood is a genius, but I wish they'd stop playing that one damn song. And I wish they'd put more stand-up on TV. 

edit: A fun afternoon: