It's easy to grumble though, and even when times are tough, we only have to look at the natural disaster in Haiti, to remind us that we're incredibly lucky...even people in Wigan.

So, the only gig I had this week, was on Saturday night. When I made long journey to London.

I parked near Clapham Junction in South West London, and strolled to the venue, as I was an hour early. I was sat in the venue for 40 minutes before anyone came over to ask who I was. This wouldn't happen up North.

The show was due to start at 8pm and it was 7.40pm when I received a call from the promoter to ask where I was. I confidently replied 'I'm here...at the venue', to which she replied 'which one'? At this point I almost felt my backside fall out my pants. In the space of a second, I realised I was supposed to be at the Leicester Square venue, five miles away.

Travelling five miles in London, is like travelling 25 miles anywhere else, it is so busy. And I had to be there in less than 15 minutes.

I jumped into a taxi, and said 'Leicester Square please mate'. He was foreign and could speak very little, poor English. I'm from St Helens, with a daft broad accent, and this conversation was already reminding me of the same communication difficulties the two main characters felt in the film 'See No Evil, Hear No Evil'.

He asked 'Postcode Sir'? and I replied 'Eh...I'm not Postman Pat mate, I'm in a mad rush me'! How can you have a taxi driver who doesn't know his way around? I wouldn't go on stage and ask 'right...have you got any jokes so I can tell them'?

So I had to Google the address on my mobile and gave him the postcode, so he could drive me there.

I got to the venue 15 minutes late and £25 down. I didn't get any discount for directing him. I rushed inside the venue, made my apologies and jumped straight on stage to compere the show. My head was already working at 100mph so I had no trouble making them laugh.

I introduced Addy Van Der Borgh, who's been on the telly plenty of times, including TV Meltdown with Kirsty Gallacher. And also the brilliant Josh Howie, and Ian Moore.

They really are spoilt for talent on the London Comedy scene. I just feel very flattered to be asked to share the stage with them.

After the gig, there was no way I was paying for another £25 taxi back to my car. So I caught a tube, where I followed the unwritten rule of no talking to strangers and avoiding all eye to eye contact. Then a bus, just to get back to my car in Clapham.

On the way, I was verbally abused by a tramp, who demanded money for his friend, who was legless in a wheelchair (When I say legless, I mean he had no legs, not that he was drunk). And I walked past Anneka Rice too...she wasn't begging for money or anything, she was just strolling along with some bloke.

Thanks for reading, see you next week!