How tickled I was by Doddy

CAMBRIDGE University boffins found sheep can recognise faces after they picked out photos of Fiona Bruce, Emma Watson, Jake Gyllenhaal and Barack Obaaaaama. Who knewe? LUNCHING with the great Sir Ken Dodd, who celebrated his 90th birthday this week, I realised he is a comedy genius as well as a national treasure.

His insights into the psychology of humour, his passion for tweaking our chuckle muscles and his concept of laughter as a “rainbow” of hues made for a fascinating afternoon.

By jove, I’ll never eat peach melba again without smiling.

When a waiter brought me one, Sir Ken said: “What a beautiful day for Dame Nellie Melba to drop a choc ice down her tights and say, ‘How’s that for a knickerbocker glory?’” Happy birthday Doddy! I THOUGHT Theresa May’s new waxwork looked more convincing than the real thing.

And Madame Tussauds general manager Edward Fuller seems to agree with me.

Unveiling the meltable Mrs May he said that while the actual PM faces a tough few months “we can guarantee our wax figure of the prime minister is most definitely strong and stable.”

Not exactly waxing lyrical, is it?