Was talking to a mate the other day.

Who said he had a joke.

Sighing (it’s an opening line making a chap of my rapier like wit shudder every time it is uttered), I leant on the top rail of the fence at the yards and said “let’s hear it”.

“At my age,” the self-appointed comic told me, “rolling out of bed each morning is the easy part. Getting off the floor is a whole other story”...