It was a busy weekend but plenty fun. And I failed to take any photos at all so I shall have to paint pictures with wurdz.

Friday and I was back in Oxford doing the Dad thing. He's doing OK but not particularly enjoying himself. But he could be doing an awful lot worse and he perseveres. I have noticed that he is quite wheezy now when he breathes/speaks but that comes and goes. At least he loves Snooker and the Embassy World Championships were on this weekend providing hours of continuous coverage if you flick between the Beeb and Eurosport. Now we Johnstons are all big O'Sullivan fans so we were sorry to see him go out. Poor Ronnie - he's way troubled! Still, Dad loves to root for the underdog so a 150-1 outsider winning it is even better.

On Saturday I headed across to see my Uncle Andy in Suffolk. It was great to see him and my cousins all of whom I haven't seen nearly enough in the last few years. I saw Willo and Julia for the first time since their wedding and got to meet their son Nat for the first time. I also got to catch up with Alio and Dom and their daughter Jessica. It felt like reconnecting with the family at large and what with lovely weather, rural calm, friendly dogs, locally caught Lobster and Andy's fresh Tarte Tatin it all made for a lovely weekend.

I headed back to London on Sunday afternoon for the penultimate NSN show. I wasn't sure if the holiday weekend would help with our audience or not. As it is it's hard to say - we got about 15 people, which is a bit better than last time, but not great. But they were lively and it was another good show. We welcomed back Jamie Reid to the crew and the comic stylings of Ewen Macintosh - fresh back from shooting a new show for Channel 4 in L.A. And speaking to some of the audience afterwards it turned out that they were honest to goodness punters who came along because they saw the listing in Time Out. So the word is spreading.

Then on Monday it was another sunny day and in true Spring-is-here-style I got down to cleaning my bike and doing it up a bit. I bought a new set of handlebars in a final attempt to make my bike more comfortable to ride. With them attached and some further jiggery pokery I think it is a bit better now.

One weird thing happened over the weekend. I kept getting rung by MORI, the opinion poll people. "Oh good" I thought - the chance to shape the world with the benefit of my erudite opinions. No such luck - they were doing some research about transport in West London. Must be something to do with "the Tram" only I don't know anything about "the Tram" but what the heck. Anyway it came to naught as I didn't fit their demographic profile. Twice. The first time they rang they asked my age and I told them. They then told me that they were looking for people aged 16-25 but "Can we call you back tomorrow?". I said, with a certain incredulity "You can, but I'll be the same age tomorrow". However they told me that they might have different targets that day. So indeed someone did ring me again and asked the same questions. When I told her I was 34 she told me that they were looking for people aged 16-25 but "Can we call you back tomorrow?". I gave her the same hillarious gag and we left it at that. Funny old business.