Mrs Mountable writes: I see the issue of banter in word and deed, otherwise known as, so called, work based, sexual harassment has raised it's head in the news again. The time has come for me to speak on this issue as there are several girls utterly missing the point on this issue.

With the second series of the show having sadly reached it's climax Mr. Dredge is hard at work in his grotto having already unleashed what he calls his 'bonkers audiobook for kids' and the rumour mill will have it that he's already slaving away with his trusty sidekicks preparing for round 3 of the series.

Mrs Mountable writes: Girls, I assure you there is no need to make yourselves feel all worked up. If the good Lord had wanted Daddy's to read to children he would have made books a bit more complicated.

After you do something like writing and directing a sketch, you feel compelled to help others who might want to achieve their own dream of writing and directing a sketch. So you do what comes naturally: explain How You Did It, in 17 easy steps.

Surreal comedy treads a fine line; it either seems to work emphatically or leave the audience bemused and alienated.

There are great 'tribes' of women around the world with an armoury of communication skills inherent to their cultures yet the common denominator, the uniting factor, will nearly always be humour and laughter. This is the means by which we can speak as one voice.

So I'm not drinking for February. Since the start of February I've been offered alcohol 237 times, but who's counting? Not me, I made that up.

Valentines day seems to becoming more and more like Christmas year on year. The mentions of it start even earlier than last year and the heart shaped everythings get put up eagerly in what seems like December. So when you see anything anti Valentines or even just against the whole in your face selling of love then it makes a refreshing change.

Partly Political Broadcast is a new, hopefully weekly project between me and excellent filmmaker Ben Hilton. It's a short of burst of comedy, with pointed views about the week's goings ons, which we decided we should do because, well, no one else was.

Twitter is a goldmine for newspapers, and websites like this one, that have a humour space to fill with topical material. And it's not all the preserve of the professionals anymore. Twitter has become the great leveller, bridging the gap for the wannabes like me and providing a more intimate relationship for the professionals with their fans.

The Jesuits say 'Give me the boy at seven and I will give you the man'. Chris Huhne wasn't seven when I first met him, he was 11. It was 1965, I was nine and my family had just moved to London. Like all boys, Chris was an annoying squirt. I was an instant devotee. Not only was he fantastic but he was also the only proper boy I knew.

I haven't really ever understood the concept of Valentines Day. When I was 14 I had a big crush on a bloke my age, and basically I made it so blatant that I fancied him for so long he practically went into hiding.

My need for alcohol is actually starting to affect my powers of perception, and I now seem to be existing in a reality that is part medieval England, part Narnia. Alternatively, I might be seeing things as they are, and Perth is a few years behind the rest of Australia.

We live in a Capitalist society and I've made my peace with this. People sell stuff and people buy stuff - fine. However, I tire of said stuff being peddled by minor celebrities and out of work extras, on my television.