If you ever feel the need to delve into the mysteries of the human condition, you could spend months in dusty libraries, studying the works of philosophers like Plato, Descartes and Bertrand Russell.

If you persevere, eventually you’ll penetrate the deep complexity of their opinions on the ultimate purpose of the human race.

Alternatively, you could switch the radio on and listen to some Golden Oldies, like Johnny Nash’s big hit from 1972 that contained these wise words . . .

There are more questions than answers

Pictures in my mind that will not show

There are more questions than answers

And the more I find out the less I know.

The more I find out, the less I know.

Isn’t that deeply profound?

I’m a man approaching 35 (I won’t say from which direction) who’s survived many life experiences; travelled the world; met and worked with major entertainment stars; performed to audiences who laughed loud and long, making me feel a 100 feet tall; and also performed to audiences whose crossed-arms, sour-faced reactions made me want to leave comedy and become a monk.

So, life has led me to believe that there really are more questions than answers.

For example . . .

Do feminists believe a miss is as good as a male?

When Donald Trump was a kid, did he invite his friends around for a comb-over?

If we’re descended from the apes, why doesn’t my cousin Harold like bananas?

Did the Lilliputians have a small town mentality?

If a dog is man’s best friend, why hasn’t my Spaniel ever bought me a pint?

If birds suddenly appear, every time you are near . . . have you got bread crumbs in your hair?

Does the NASA space programme costs billions because there’s no such thing as a free launch?

If Simon Cowell is so rich, why can’t he afford shirts that button-up to the neck?

The old song warns us ‘Never smile at a crocodile’, but if we did smile at them occasionally, would they change their bad attitude?

If a psychic midget escaped from prison, would the newspaper headline be “Small medium at large”?

If ‘Opportunity’ seldom knocks twice, is it employed by Parcel Force?

They say that when the going gets tough, the tough get going. But if they’re so tough, why don’t they hang around and protect the rest of us?

Thanks to temporary insomnia, I’m writing this at three o’ clock in the morning.

So here’s another question:

It doesn’t show, does it?