Anyone who told us in 1972 that I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue would one day be voted the funniest radio series of all time, beating greats such as Just A Minute, Hancock’s Half Hour and Farming Today, would have been roundly jeered.
Back then, we didn’t expect to last another week. I dreamed up the format as a vehicle for ad libs and improvisations — because, after ten years of helping to write a radio series called I’m Sorry I’ll Read That Again, I suddenly realised we might not need a script at all. That ought to save some trouble, I thought.
We kept the same cast: me and my fellow Goodies, Tim Brooke-Taylor and Bill Oddie, plus John Cleese. The jazz musician Humphrey Lyttelton was invited to chair proceedings, since he was a genius at improvisation on the trumpet and we didn’t see how comedy could be any different.
John didn’t enjoy the chaos of it, though, and nor did Bill, so both left — but the addition of Barry Cryer, a veteran of the stand-up circuit even then, and later the sublimely daft Willie Rushton, helped to rescue us.
Colin Sell joined us at the piano, yet gradually we became cult listening, with an ever-changing roster of different rounds. We called it ‘the antidote to panel games’ but it proved to be infectious and, 48 years later, we’re still here.
Here are a few of my favourite moments from the past 48 years…
I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue has been voted the funniest radio series of all time after a rip-roaring 48 years. Clockwise from top left: Graeme Garden, Barry Cryer, Tim Brooke-Taylor, Humphrey Lyttelton and Willie Rushton
The Uxbridge English Dictionary round was added to the show about 20 years ago, when Jeremy Hardy came up with the first alternative definition: Dictator: a humorously shaped root vegetable.
Monogamy: Celebrating New Year in Scotland by yourself.
Wince: A setting on Jonathan Ross’s washing machine.
Hello and welcome to another edition of I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue — the show where games and laughter go together like boiled beef and parrots. This week we can promise you a nail-biting contest… followed by a nose-picking contest…
Hello and welcome to the show with jokes to suit all ages, from the late Neolithic to the early Bronze.
Hello and welcome once again to the programme that’s been compared to the Irish stunt man who tried to jump 15 motorbikes in a double-decker bus. Well, if the secret of good comedy is timing, here’s four players whose watches must have stopped . ..
Condominium: A birth control device made from metal.
Telepathy: When you can’t be bothered to turn over the TV.
Slippery: A bit like a slipper.
Perversion: The cat’s side of the story.
Suffragette: Flying on Ryanair.
Eyeliner: A big ship made by Apple.
Gelatine: A device for cutting the heads off jelly babies.
The Sound Charades round — work out the title of this film, acted out by our resident Scottish curmudgeons:
BARRY: Ah. Dougal.
GRAEME: Hamish! You’ll have had your tea.
B: Indeed I have. But tell me now, what’s that peeping out of your sporran?
G: What? Oh that! That’s my Ning.
B: You’d tell your grandchildren about a thing like this. I’ve never seen a Ning before. Get it out and give us a proper look.
G: Easier said than done, Dougal.
B: Why’s that?
G: Well, your Ning isn’t much of a one for company.
B: You mean he’s easily embarrassed?
G: Oh very, very. Keeps himself to himself, you know. Look! Look, you can see him going a funny colour.
B: Oh I see. You mean he’s not comfortable with strangers?
G: No, no, he isn’t. And that’s why he’s called…
(And the answer is… The Shining)
The radio series saw off competition from greats such as Just A Minute, Hancock’s Half Hour (pictured) and Farming Today
Translations — here’s what car salesmen really mean:
- You’ll enjoy a spin in this = Just try braking on a wet road.
- One careful owner = The other 32 were nutters.
- Bargain not to be missed = Everyone else has hit it.
Sauce about Samantha
The most popular member of the cast is our imaginary assistant Samantha, who keeps the scores while chalking up a few of her own. She used to get Humph quite hot and bothered:
- Samantha tells me she has to nip across to Regent’s Park Zoo to help look for a missing snake, and she’s promised not to return until she finds the keeper’s adder behind the reptile house…
- Before we start, Samantha has to pop off to continue her evening job, trying out country house hotel rooms for a travel guide book. She tells me she enjoys a different local inn every night…
- Samantha has to nip off to the National Opera, where she’s been giving private tuition to the singers. Having seen what she did with the baritone, the director is keen to find out what she might do for a tenor…
- I’m afraid our regular scorer Samantha can’t be with us today. She was advised to have a couple of days in bed by her new GP after discovering a different practice… she reckons a day or two under the doctor should sort her out.
And what builders mean:
- Quotation = One-eighth of the final price.
- I’ll be round first thing in the morning = I’ll be round tomorrow afternoon, just when you’ve decided not to stay in any longer.
- It will require some drying out time before we continue = We are trying to sober up the bricklayer.
- You won’t know we’re there = We won’t be there.
And what estate agents mean:
- No Chain Involved = The toilet doesn’t flush.
- Needs Some Renovation = Condemned.
- Within Commuting Distance = Gatwick airport’s at the bottom of the garden.
Going around the desk, players take it in turns to add lines to a limerick:
Ben Kingsley, while dressed up as Gandhi,
Went in to a bar for a shandy.
To wipe up the froth, He used his loin cloth
And the barmaid said ‘Blimey, that’s handy!’
A weakness of Vlad the Impaler
Was to shout out at men: ‘Hello, Sailor!’
In far Transylvania, He’d indulge in his mania,
And dress up as Elizabeth Taylor.
While playing a game of bezique
I was jumped on by Zorba the Greek.
He grabbed my bouzouki, Cried: ‘How’s this for nookie?’
And I couldn’t sit down for a week.
Every radio show has its fans, and our most devoted listener is a Mrs Trellis of North Wales. Last Christmas she sent us a card with this cheery little rhyme:
‘Did you see the little robin,
With his red breast plump and perky?
He flew in my kitchen window
And got roasted with the turkey.’
Having a ball
We often end the show with a round of late arrivals at grand events. Arriving at the Astronomer’s Ball:
Texting for pensioners — some handy acronyms when you’re sending phone messages:
WYWH: Will you want Horlicks?
MYOB: Make your own Bovril.
BFF: Bedpan frighteningly full.
R+R: Rheumatic and racist.
IMHO: It’s my hip operation
POV: Please order Viagra.
OAP: On a promise.
ASAP: Asleep after pill.
WTF: Wig tilted forward
OMG: Oh me gout!
TBC: To be cremated.
Mr and Mrs Azer, and their nudist daughter, Stark Azer, sometimes known as the Great Bare
From Ireland, Mr and Mrs O’Centauri, and their son, Alf
From Wales, Mr and Mrs Leebody, and their son, Evan
At the BBC Ball:
Mr and Mrs Questions, and their daughter, Annie
Mr and Mrs Clocknews, and their daughter, Nina
At the Nudists’ Ball:
Mr and Mrs Gleebits and their son, Dan
Mr and Mrs Snockers and beautiful daughter, Norma
Mr and Mrs Talia and their daughter, Jenny
Mr and Mrs Jarse and their son, Hugh
Well, a quick glance at the time tells me that it’s fast coming up to eighty-one hundred hours, which means, of course, that I’ve put my digital watch on upside-down again…
Ladies and gentlemen, one glance at my diver’s watch tells me that he’s probably drowned…
Well, all good things must come to an end, and so must this programme…
And a final thought from Chairman Humph: As we journey through life, discarding baggage along the way, we should keep an iron grip, to the very end, on the capacity for silliness. It preserves the soul from desiccation.