Is funny finite?

Have you ever pulled up short, as if a child had ran out in front of you, and considered how much funny there is left in the world? Or perhaps you just keep driving, in spite of the yelps, too absorbed in the thought.

How many variations on a joke have we got left?

Give it a couple of years and like pop music, will we see cover versions of entire shows and acts? Watch out for Russell Brandy and Victoria Woof coming to a venue near you.

Give Jack Doo a miss though. I saw him on "Jokes in his Eyes" and he was lame.