And Dinsdale says ‘I hear you’ve been a naughty boy, Clement’, and he splits me nostrils open, saws me leg off and pulls me liver out. And I tell him ‘My name’s not Clement’, and then he loses his temper and nails my head to the floor.

What is the capital of Assyria? Oh and Jenkins, apparently your mother died this morning. Oh, oh, I see! Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what’s coming to you! I’ll bite your legs off!

Hegel is arguing that the reality is merely an a priori adjunct of non-naturalistic ethics, Kant via the categorical imperative is holding that ontologically it exists only in the imagination, and Marx claims it was offside.

Well, had I got as far as the penis entering the vagina?

In 1945, peace broke out. It was the end of the Joke. Joke warfare was banned at a special session of the Geneva Convention, and in 1950 the last remaining copy of the joke was laid to rest here in the Berkshire countryside, never to be told again. Hey! Your nose is going to be three foot wide across your face by the time I’m finished with you!