What bliss! Victoria's cosily tucked up in front of the telly, deep into couch potato mode until friend Jane rings and drags her to her third least favourite thing - a cocktail party (sharing a jacuzzi with Mrs Margaret Thatcher comes first - no competition). The atmosphere is suitably snooty - all Felicity Kendall and David Attenborough enthusiasts - and what's worse, Victoria's just discovered - as the only foul mouthed, raunchy, anarchic, alternative, feminist left wing comedienne in the room - she's the evening's entertainment.