Wotcher. My name's Paul, aka The Larfin' Straggler (fanks to Ian Hislop for the moniker - will buy you a round next tax year, you old bastard!).

Well, I like me comedy, I'll grant yer that. Pretty much everyfink, from dear old Pete Cook or Bazza Humphries to modern masterpieces like 'I'm Alan Partridge' (his face - what a twunt!) and the 'Brass Eye Special', they all tickle my fancy on a regular basis.

More seriously, my box set collection includes work by Kubrick, Hicks, Drake, Loach, Scorsese, and of course Tompkinson-Smythe. My favourite films are Spinal Tap, Blue Velvet, Mr Jolly Lives Next Door ('Nicholas Parsons!!!') and that French film where they slit the eye.

I work for the C4 comedy department, cataloguing the rushes. Pretty trainspottery, I know, but it's good beer money. Almost wiped the whole of Absolutely series 2 the other day - butter fingers! (Bet it was shit anyway - I mean, The Creatives anyone?)

And the end of the day, there's naffin I like more than having a coupla jars at the Coach & Horses pub, home to eminent artiste d'piss Jeffrey Bernard. The whole crowd are there - Ingrams, Bingrams, Tingrams, dear old Burp Myround (from America) and me. Our respective stubbles wobble up and down, although I can never quite make out what we're saying.

Last night was magic - I was totally off my face, broke into Kilburn graveyard, dug up the body of dear old Ian Dury and sucked his cock for half an hour. I love Dury. He was the fackin' man!

My best friend is dear dear old Roy Whiting - lovely chap, and a big Scott Walker nut which is always a plus. OK, so he murdered Sarah Payne and all, but he was very drunk at the time.