Open letter to Bill Bailey

Dear Bill Bailey,

My boyfriend and all of his friends loves you. They really do - I'm not just saying that to get your attention. Believe me, I've been around them when they're watching your stand-up comedy. They laugh their heads off, they laugh so loud it actually pains my ears :)

I think you're very good too, but I have a great, big problem. You see, I always think you make a lot of sense on your gigs. You bring new ideas to mind, you inspire me to do new things and you make me smile. Let me demonstrate an example:

A few weeks ago, on "The Late, late show" on RTÉ, you were asked in what way the Brits have been effected by the recession (which by the way, seems to be the favourite topic of the Irish) to which you replied you have fewer types of cheese with your tea in the evenings nowadays, like only two or three types instead of five. This made my boyfriend Colm laugh while I started thinking about having tea and cheese in the evenings. I thought it would be a splendid idea! :)

Need I say Colm hates watching stand-up comedy with me?

He grumpily told me it was not a spledid idea at all, he told me it was funny. Which alright, fair enough, it was quite nice. But having cheese in the evenings!! - I mean, I'm Swedish I didn't grow up with tea and cheese!

Do you have any advice for me, dear mister Bailey? Himself refuses to share his latest Bill Bailey DVD with me, all because I tend to think you make a lot of sense. Unfair, isn't it?

I'm awaiting your reply.

Yours,
Eibhlín