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He’s thinner, mates with Noel Gallagher, and doesn’t seem to be helecoptoring in anymore- yet he’s still got his moments of observational excellence. The peices about I’m not bending over backwards, trying to blow smoke up your arse, and stop batting your eyelids are phsyical comedy done as good as you can get it; and the mash up of Dad’s army and Queen is an absolute banger. It’s not the ten out of ten stuff, but it’s good.