In 2003 I reviewed Ealing Live, a modest little comedy club in a dingy back room at Ealing Film Studios. It was an oddly memorable gig. None of the people involved were particularly famous but for some reason lost in the mists of time Joan Collins was in the audience. And because of her presence rather than because of any great insight I concluded the piece with a painful pun saying that a new comic dynasty - geddit? – was emerging here.