GENERAL IGNORANCE
The pages in this issue, until now, have been filled with stirring yarns of selfless valour and poignant accounts of the horrors of war, all peppered with liberal quivering of usually stiff upper lips. So shifting the mood to comedy here skirts dangerously close to bathos as jarring as that which bounds into our living rooms when dogs on surfboards round off an otherwise bleak newscast.
But it would be remiss of us to close the issue without a devout, the final full series of a show that gave the British comedy scene a long-overdue shot of alt-com adrenaline.
