NOW here’s an idea that shouldn’t work: take a comedy radio show that’s been transmitting bouts of extreme silliness since 1972 and turn into a stage show.

Not a recording for the radio, but a live show, although one that closely resembles what has been broadcast down the years. Close your eyes and you could have been at home listening to the radio, although someone did seem to have nudged the smut dial. Not that anyone was complaining.

Open your eyes and, arranged in a row were Jeremy Hardy, Tim Brooke-Taylor, Graeme Garden and Barry Cryer, with Sandi Toksvig in the middle as the despairing host, and not forgetting Colin Sell, at the piano. As usual, Colin was the butt of unkind remarks, while the ever unseen Samantha occasioned a saucy quip or two.

There is little point in passing on the jokes, even rather a good Carry- On-style bit of word play in which Garden, temporarily cast in a sketch as a waiter, leans over and with the wine and says ‘semillon?’ in a manner that suggests a bit of what might be termed trouser activity.

Sandi stepped up to the mark as the disappointed host, a role Jack Dee has made his own, following in the scuffed Hush Puppies of the great Humphrey Lyttelton.

Amid the non-stop hilarity, and this really was a funny night, there was of course time for a round of Mornington Crescent, the ‘complex strategy game’ based round the London Underground.

Clapham? We certainly did…