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[singlepic=5,240,320,,right]…and so it continues, with a feature in The Guardian about Marcus Brigstocke’s comedy ski fest in the French Alpine town of Meribel.

Tragically, Brigstocke had spent £25,000 of his own money on the event before heavy snow forced him to fork out another £5,000 on snow melting equipment to rescue the marquee.

Did someone mention global warming?

This truly is twattish middle class smugness of a most repulsive degree. To say that I am outraged and disgusted would be evocative of a letter to Points of View; yet this is how I feel.

“I am at the point,” he says, “where it hurts on a daily basis. But the thing is, I don’t much care whether this makes money. Because fundamentally, this festival is just such a great idea.”

“Great idea” - that’s a laugh. What is great about it, exactly? Allowing you to ski and work at the same time? Cake and eat it, did someone say?

“The stand-ups who come and don’t go up the hill,” says Brigstocke, “if it were up to me, I’d never ask them back. I take that as a personal affront.”

Wanker.