Zapping Through The Gags

I've heard women say that men are more given to flicking through TV channels, sampling a bit of this and a bit of that, than women are.
I don't know whether this is because men have a shorter attention span or because for them the grass is always greener on the other side - the pub down the road is going to be better and the next partner will be better in bed. Or maybe it goes back to our hunter-gatherer past: chasing the prey of the perfect programme, armed with a remote control.

Whatever the reason, playing zappidy-do-dah can produce some interesting conjunctions.
Last night's zapping produced this:
ZAP......Victoria Wood Live talking about the bizarre names celebrities give their children.......ZAP.........Jack Dee Live talking about.......the bizarre names celebrities give their children.

But Jack Dee had the best gag: 'Peaches, Cherry......they sound like a range of Glade plug-ins.'
Victoria Wood is good but not quite as good as people claim. There are too many duff gags or gags that go off at half-cock and gags that are over-contrived. And I find her on-stage persona irritating.
Jack Dee is now far better than I ever thought he could become. He's a good old-fashioned gagsmith and not laughing at your own jokes always scores highly with me. After all, you've written this stuff, rehearsed it and may have performed it several times before. Why would it still render you speechless with laughter? Well, we all know why some comics do that but if their material was strong enough they wouldn't need to.