Why we laughed
From our UK edition
The death of Bernard Manning marks the end of an era in comedy and will force liberals once again to wrestle with the question: why was a man who ought to have been offensive so bloody funny? Answer: Because he was bloody funny. That’s it. That’s all there was to it. Those who think he was obsessed by race – his prejudice, such as it was, reflected his age, rather than his inherent nastiness - simply underestimate the comic brilliance and range of the man. Try: "I once bought my kids a set of batteries for Christmas with a note on it saying, toys not included." Or: “I went to see Pavarotti sing last week. Terrible, miserable man. He doesn't like you joining in, does he?” RIP.