laughing with him.
I once put this to Mitchell. Clearly, I was not the first. “Look,” he said, not bothering to hide his irritation, “you can’t help it if people are idiots. I had a bloke come up to me one day and say, ‘I love that show of yours Alf, especially when you have a go at the coons.’ I said, ‘Actually, we’re having a go at bastards like you.’”
But the problem with Mitchell’s, no doubt sincere, riposte, is that there isn’t much point in having a go at the bastards if the bastards simply think you’re having a go at someone else. Whoever comedy