I've never found American humour half as funny as British humour. The Brits have wit and an ability to take the piss out of themselves that the Americans seemingly never cottoned on to.

When I was a kid we had people like Eric Sykes and Hattie Jaques, Sid James and The Goons, Monty Python and Alf Garnet to watch and they were more often than not real thigh-slapping, belly-laughing humour; productions such as The Plank and the Carry On movies (all 31 of them), Doctor in the House and Rising Damp/Fall and Rise (etc) of Reginald Perrin, ad infinitum but one of my favourites was The Two Ronnies.



Ronnie Corbett and Ronnie Barker were in a league of their own as comedians in their very aptly named TV show The Two Ronnies.

Nothing was sacred, no concept too silly and each week brought new and serialised sketches bursting with moments of hilarity that stick in the mind like putty - the Phantom Raspberry Blower, the Tea Urn sketches and The Worm That Turned.




After the Two Ronnies ended, Ronnie Barker went on to star in another fine comedy - Open All Hours, where he played the lecherous and tightfisted uncle of a hapless Granville "G-G-G-Granville, f-f-fetch yer c-c-cloth" (played beautifully by David Jason before he became Del Boy in "Only Fools and Horses" and Pa Larkin in "Darling Buds of May") and lusted endlessly after the buxom Nurse Gladys Emmanuel.



Fabulous comedy from fabulous comedians.

Ronnie Barker died yesterday, aged 76. Another bloody good one got away.

So it's good night from me - and it's good night from him. Good night.