British joke, right, Rog?

Humour, wit, seems to be both time and place bound. So much so that what we Brits found deeply amusing on the tellie in the past can seem lame to us nowadays. The recent flood of reruns on British TV from the Musée d’Eric ’n’ Ern only reinforces that feeling for me.

I myself have been known to make little witticisms, occasionally involving irony.

At the company I used to work with, Synectics, based in Cambridge Massachusetts, I would do that in meetings there, face properly straightened.

There would be a pause and then one of my American colleagues would carefully check back: "British joke, right, Rog?"