Portlandia

Willkommen. It's Sunday night at 11.37pm and I'm desperate to go to bed. Nevertheless, I know you all care about comedy very very deeply. I know that a Monday without this column will be horrifically off kilter for you and all weird…

I've just gotten in from Luton Airport. I was in Spain  five hours ago. There was a swimming pool, it was sunny, there was a butt-load of wine and (for some reason) Oreos. And now I'm pissed off to be back in stinky, freezing London doing…