Is Lower Deck wit no longer a laughing matter? Having seen examples in RR--Fecking Shite-- that sort of banality-- bringing a grimace rather than a smile to ones face and, being reminded on the death of Bernard Manning, his comment... "That fat woman from HMS Cornwall--What's the difference between her and a pilchard? One's slimey and greasy with bulging eyes "--The other's a fish. That used to be lower deck humour. Cruel but funny. Gone forever?