I went to see him in concert in Exeter with his jazz band a few weeks before he died. I don't care much for jazz, but we took someone along for a birthday treat, and what a treat it was. Humph spent the whole interval and at least an hour after the concert in the foyer, talking to all and sundry, and signing books with little cartoons. He drew a cartoon for our friend's birthday, a sketch of himself blowing his trumpet with "happy birthday to J..." coming out in a bubble. He told one of Barry Cryer's jokes which had us all in stitches. Two men chatting over a pint, one says to the other, "Hey, have you ever shoed a horse?" "No," said the other, "but I once told a pig to piss off!"