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[Kenneth Williams] featured in most of his shows on the wireless and we agreed - timing was one of [Kenneth Horne]'s many attributes when he was king of British comedy with Much Binding, Beyond Our Ken and Round the Horne. So near the bone with the innuendo but so subtle it could make a cucumber sandwich in a vicarage seem more risque. Listeners of a certain age will find Round Mr Horne (Aurum Press) worthy of the man, a biography written by Barry Johnston, son of cricket commentator icon \"Johnners\".

4. To make the sandwich, grill each chicken breast 4 or 5 minutes per side, or until done and juices run clear with no trace of pink. (When done, internal meat temperature on a meat thermometer should read 170 degreesF/77 degreesC.) Brush on maple barbecue sauce after grilling is complete. 5. Cut kaiser rolls in half and toast, if desired. Place a lettuce leaf on each bottom portion, then cheese. Place grilled chicken on cheese, brushing a little more maple syrup on chicken if desired. Top with a sprinkle of chopped parsley and 1 tomato slice. Cap with top of kaiser roll and serve. Colour Photo: Bruno Schlumberger, The Ottawa Citizen / [Kenneth Horne] of Toronto created this winning 'So-Canadian' sandwich featuring maple syrup, vinegar and Dijon for kick. Feel free to add other condiments as well.

This show is a sort of tribute band to the West End hit. Round the Horne played to packed houses in London and this is a touring theatrical homage called Revisited. Kenneth Horne, played by Stephen Critchlow, is a pin-striped master of ceremonies, coping with plummy Douglas Smith courtesy of Everyman stalwart Oliver Beamish.

In this smashing evening of high camp and drollery the incomparable Julian and Sandy ride again along with the aged juvenile Binkie Huckabuck, Dame Celia Molestranger and J. Peasefold Gruntfuttock plus a new addition for 2005 - Gypsy Rose Swansoiler. I found it deeply funny and once again I was forced to reach for my inhaler, overwhelmed as I was, my ducks, my darlings, my Messrs Critchlow, Beamish, Matthews, Rumelle and Duncan (first name Felicity) who played [Betty Marsden] with the same unerring sense of the ridiculous as did her colleagues.

Stephen Critchlow sounds uncannily like [Kenneth Horne] while with eyes half closed - and even wide open come to that - Stephen Matthews is a reincarnation of [Kenneth Williams] whose contained lunacy, camp prancing and wittering made him a hero across the spectrum of British society. And as the only woman in the squad Felicity Duncan captures completely the true madcap essence of [Betty Marsden] who was neither the foil for the chaps nor a mere female token - she was in her own right a femme fatale of the verbal joust.

A SECOND helping of last year's surprise hit, Round the Horne Revisited. . . 2 delivers more awful puns, clever wordplay and silly sketches originally performed on BBC Radio from 1965-69, when Kenneth Williams, Hugh Paddick and Betty Marsden played jesters to Kenneth Horne's straightman, ably assisted by BBC announcer Douglas Smith.

This skittish evening recreates 24 [Kenneth Horne] sketches. The actors step up to old-fashioned BBC microphones to ham their lines in front of a live audience just as Kenneth Williams, Hugh Paddick and Betty Marsden did 40 years ago. 'It was dry,' he laments. Horne observes the spray of spittle and adds: ' \"Was\" being the operational word.' Horne tickled mid-60s Britain into something more jolly. With his camp duo of Julian and Sandy he also helped to relax us (a little) about homosexuality.

[Polari], the gay slang which faded away with the decriminalisation of male homosexuality and the advent of gay liberation, is making a comeback. Madame Jo Jo's, the Soho cabaret venue which specialises in drag spectaculars, has adopted polari as its lingua franca. A list of words and phrases, chosen by linguistics lecturer and polari expert Dr Paul Baker, has been given to staff for them to use in their conversations with each other and with the punters. In the latter half of the 1960s, polari burst out of the closet. The radio comedy sketch show, Round the Horne, introduced two regular characters, Julian and Sandy, who spoke a version of polari. Millions tuned in each week to hear the show's avuncular host, Kenneth Horne (whose very name was a gift to the double of entendre), visit some new enterprise, which was invari ably called Bona something or another: Bona Guest House, Bona Caterers, Bona Ballet, you get the picture. Round the Horne was both polari's apotheosis and its last hurrah. As the 1970s ground on, gay men became increasingly embarrassed by any association with limp-wristed camp. While Marc Bolan and David Bowie were applying manly mascara, gay men were growing moustaches and dressing like cowboys. The gay clone look sought to banish visions of Julian and [Sandy], Mr Humphries and Larry Grayson. Poor [Kenneth Williams] became an outcast among his own kind, as his diaries bitterly relate.

They did - and can. Nonsensical phrases take a life of their own including the local events announcements, including - \"There'll be finger bogling and massed goat pandering at the Royal Nobblers Institute\" and \"An exhibition of gnome clenching in the corset department of Sparkshaw and Towser\". Ah, the magic of radio. If the next question is, \"how do you bring a radio show to stage?\" don't ask. It's simple - do the stage show as if it was radio. All the cast on stage, running orders in hand, taking their turn to approach the microphones with their multitude of characters, voices, catch phrases and enough innuendo to pander a herd of goats. The secret is in the script and the cast and this cast are finely balanced - not a psychiatric assessment and multi-talented.

Paul Ryan is within cackling distance of the perfect Kenneth Williams, the essential ingredient of this madcap exercise, and with a little electrical enhancement Stephen Critchlow becomes the brown Windsor soup voice of Kenneth Horne. Jonathan Moore and Sherry Baines are close enough to the wonderful Hugh Paddick and Betty Marsden to ensure our stiff British upper lips crack into roars of laughter once more.