For the first bit, Scots resident in DownUnderWorld can look away now, because I’m about to talk about Kath & Kim. Oh the joys of this show. It's been shown on a cable channel here, FTN, (and no, I’ve no idea what those initials stand for either). Kand K follows the adventures of mother and daughter team. (starring the writers Jane Turner and Gina Riley) as they negotiate life and love in salubrious suburban Melbourne.

The daughter, Kim, is the bitch from hell, taking time off occasionally from torturing Mum Kath with a non-stop volley of unreasonable demands to inflict severe malky on hubby Brett. Kath, for whom time and fashion sense stopped sometime in 1983, enjoys the attentions of Kel, local butcher and, in Kath’s own words, a "great big hunk o’ spunk."

Beautifully written by the two principals, K & K abounds with the type of gags that you’d wish you’d written. Thus, for example, Kim on being pulled up at a party at Brett’s work for insisting that in Chardonnay "the haitch is silent" declares that everyone at the party are "a bunch of chunts."

And Kath, forced into intervening in yet another one of her daughter’s self-generated crisis intones, "Kimmie, look at moi, look at moi.." Great supporting cast, from Kel and Brett to poor, wee fat Sharon, cruelly bereft of male attention but blessed with a series of facial injuries acquired from her twin loves of netball and indoor cricket. Brilliant, brilliant show. I mean what’s not to like when, apparently in Melbourne, a term of appreciation directed at a female is "Hornbag"?

Look at moi - watch this show.

Meanwhile, your editor and family went along to The Pavilion last week to appreciate Bill Bailey in concert. For those cruelly adrift in foreign, Bill Bailey provides sterling support in "Black Books" and his career is really a long-overdue apology from the West Country for The Wurzels.

A brilliant stand up, and irritatingly, equally great at playing every musical instrument know to the civilised world. A stand out gag? Has to be his full synth and whistles take on Kraftwerk doing "The Hokey Cokey" complete with dance instructions intoned in robotic German.

Listen, if this guy ever turns up in your part of the world, beg, borrow or steal a ticket. He ended up doing an extra gig at The Pavilion , which tells you something: Glaswegians know great comedy when they see it.