There was recently a latter in our newspaper complaining about a woman who brought a baby to a performance of *West Side Story* in our main concert hall. It cried for "about 5 minutes" in the first act, and the writer was upset, claiming that this spoilt the night for her, because all through the tense second half, she was worried that the baby would cry and wreck the mood. The baby did not, however. This letter was followed by others complaining about the writer's attitude, and pointing out that coughing was more disruptive during the flu season, but nobody suggested that those with respiratory infections should not attend theatres etc, plus the rights of mothers. It was therefore wonderful to go to a performance in the same venue the next week, by Scottish comedian Billy Connolly. A aby cried during his monologue; he immediately whipped up his shirt and said *I'd love to help out but mines all f-----d up*. He was shoing us his pierced nipples. (I should point out to those not familiar with this great observer of the human condition, that f--- is his favourite word.) Everyone laughed, and the baby, presumably breastfed, was quiet within seconds. Lesley McBurney, in Brisbane, Australaia, a city which Billy Connolly once vowed, on record, that he would never visit again - we convinced him to change his mind!