For the further elucidation of anyone that's labouring under the misapprehension that I too am suffering a Borfolk sense of humour failure, I am not. The very first strip (In Southern Rag Vol. 1 No. 1 July - September 1979) was very, very funny. It was also too, too true and, at the same time, very sad:

A performer calls Mr Ingbody on the afternoon of a club night crying off.
Mr Ingbody adds £0000s to his firm's phone bill seeking a replacement, without success.
He then calls an agency. "They're free? HOW much?"
Rapidly weighing up the pros and cons, he makes a rare organisational decision and books them.
An already financially quaking Mr Ingbody is approached by the landlord as he arrives at The Swigging Pig.
"We have to put the rent up and, by the way, there's a snooker table in the club room", quoth mine host.
Only half the usual audience can get in as the House Full notice goes up.
Mine host remarks to Mr Ingbody: "House full eh? You must have made a tidy sum tonight".
Mr Ingbody: "I don't do it for money but for fun".

And so it goes on, right up to the present. It's why it's nothing short of a miracle that the shambling, ramshackle, unprofessional "f*lk club circuit" still exists 30 years on (just about). The reality is that unless it's fundamentally reorganised and put on a viable basis very, very soon it will vanish without trace. The question is, does this actually matter? Should it be run instead on a wholly revised premise (as many are already doing)? Or would it be preferable to forget all about "the revival" (as in "bury all reference to the post WW2 emergence of fake socialist states") and revert to "good old boys (sic) in the pub", which was roughly what my initial post yesterday (in an ante-ironic way, of course).

I hate anagrams and really can't be arsed to try and make one of my name. Possibly this means I should turn to substances too. Recommendations, Mr Arsinane?