It is a truth that ought to be universally acknowledged that the one thing missing from modern comedy festivals is comedy. There is vulgarity and coarseness, obscenity and filth, but nothing that anyone with what used to be considered a conventional sense of humour – someone who finds Laurel and Hardy or Carry On films or Evelyn Waugh in satirical vein funny – would laugh at.
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