Super-speed sunderings and inconvenient sociology from if.comedy nominee Russell Kane.

Old teacups. Anthony Trollope. My Nan’s gammy hip. Why are British people fond of all things flawed? Why does love grow in the cracks between cold perfection? Maybe it is a British thing. We bond through moaning. ‘How was your day?’ ‘Cack!’’ ‘How was mine?’ ‘Cack!’ Let’s go to the pub, happiness.