Rooted in an authentically working-class British comedic tradition –

[barryqwalsh]

– that went back to music hall routines featuring men dressed as women, and women dressed in very little – this seemingly inexhaustible supply line of highly popular entertainment came grinding to a halt in the 1980s.

Humourless bearded ideologues had dared to point out that there was something creepy about middle-aged men chasing scantily-clad young women up and down piers, and that it wasn’t particularly funny in the first place.

Before you could say “Mrs Slocombe’s Pussy”, the whole comedy game had been taken over by Smiths fans with media studies degrees who wanted to “deconstruct” the form – whatever the hell that meant.


Brendan O’Carroll: How Dubliner found UK public’s funnybone

 

[BULLDOG]

I never understood why people laughed at Mrs Slocombe's pussy. She really loved her pussy and talked about it all the time. Disappointing that it was never shown on the show. I don't think Hyacinth Bucket 'Bouquet' ever had a pussy.