Have just taken delivery of gazillions of copies of "You've got to laugh", all cellophane wrapped and shiny. You don't realize exactly what gazillions of Cds looks like until you're trying to climb over them to get to the toilet.

Laid end to end, they would stretch for quite a long way and back again; melted down and poured into a mould, they would form a full scale model of David Hasselhoff‘s ego; chopped, shredded and fried with a medium onion and a liberal sprinkling of coriander, there would be enough to feed a whole battalion of quantity surveyors . . . twice.

How the hell am I going to get rid of this lot?

I could get a market stall but that would mean getting up early. I could give them to shops to sell but that would mean I might have to go on breakfast TV which would mean getting up early.

I know, we could start up a site on the World Wide Web and get people to send us money. BRILLIANT! They could order it on line then all we'd have to do is check the order, put a CD in a jiffy box, print out a label, apply the correct amount of postage, throw it in a sack and cart it to the post office. FANTASTIC! Although there might be quite a lot of orders, especially at first, which would mean working really hard and there may not be enough time to get all the orders filled and we wouldn't want to get behind so it could mean working late into the night and maybe even. . . getting up early.

Bugger!