Standard issue Tommy Cooper. Better than 99% of what passes for comedy, both old and new. Tommy died in action many moons ago and by all accounts, liked a drink or two, possibly helping to edge him towards the trap-door a little before his time. The sad thing is that the mediocre hacks are nearly always teetotal non-smokers who go to the gym every day, thus living for fucking ever. Ben Elton, Graham Norton, Lenny Henry, Dawn French**, all about as funny as the plague, all still alive and all within reach of a TV studio and a fat cheque from Channel 4 and the BB fucking C, from which to torture us all with their vapid, insipid, miserably unimaginitive horseshit. Where's the justice in that?
**Yes, I know Dawn likes her Mars Bars, but her sheer lack of worth as an entertainer will keep her alive and bloated well into her eighties.
