Sybil's looking wrecked. Serves her right, really: she went to see Ken Dodd at the Bencup Astoria on Saturday night and didn't take the proper precautions. We warned her not to drink anything for a day beforehand to to carry a knapsack filled with Kendal Mint Cake but she wouldn't listen.
"Five and a half hours!" she says, "half one we got home!"
"Don't get me wrong: he was great. But I'm dead knackered now and I'll bet they'll be wanting me to cover on the enquiry desk."
Give the man his due, he gives value for money!