FAREWELL too to Barry Cryer, above, the I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue wit whose death at 86 was announced yesterday (Thursday).

You will struggle to find anybody to say a cross word about the gentleman entertainer, a prolific writer who had served up gags for some of the business’s best known names.

He had a penchant for calling people up, often on their birthdays, delivering a joke – very often about the Archbishop of Canterbury at a bus stop – and then ringing off.

From Cryer – who enjoyed some of his early turns at the variety revue shows at the Windmill Theatre in Soho – the warning was always not to take the game too seriously.

“Analysing comedy is like dissecting a frog,” he once quipped. “Nobody laughs and the frog dies.”