20 December 2013 12:00 AM
Frankie Boyle lost his joke book this week. To some – the Queen, Katie Price, other objects of his furore-baiting gags – this might be cause for celebration. To the comedian, the loss of the small brown notebook was nothing short of a calamity. His set for a charity gig in Glasgow was in it, for starters. More than that, to any comedian, their notes – whether in a book, an iPhone or on the back of a beer mat, are gold. “To you”, said Boyle with typical charm, “It will just seem like a lot of random sentences about rape, drone warfare & being fingered by a sign language interpreter.” What could anyone else possibly want with that? You can’t steal someone else’s jokes and pass them off as your own. Or can you?