British comedy is a hell of a thing. It usually comes down to this — if you buy into the style, you go with the flow and laugh. If not, you probably think it's the worst humour on the planet. Think about it — there only seem to be people who love The I could hear the squeak of their blood—stained Dunlop Volleys on the refectory floor. I could smell their foul breath drifting through Union Court. I could ... [ILLUSTRATED]
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Woroni (Canberra, ACT : 1950 - 2007), Thu 1 Nov 2007, Page 39
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