I've just read that Humphrey Lyttleton has died, news which was not unexpected but which is still exceptionally sad. It's funny how people you've never met can come to be such a huge part of your life; for me, rushing to the radio at 6.30pm on a Monday to catch "I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue", "Humph" has been visiting my front room for the last twenty years, making me laugh (or groan) out loud. I don't know anyone who didn't listen to this programme and there is now a huge and irreplaceable hole in one of the best bits of British culture.
