It would be foolhardy to suggest that it actually died when Liverpool was named as the European City of Culture.
Foolhardy because I can't afford the train fare, and I'm no good at apologising to crowds.
When Boris Johnson was rude about Scousers, he was packed off to Liverpool on a train to apologise. How we laughed. The Religious Policeman, however, has a new twist on how people can be sent on journeys as a punishment for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
The Religious Policeman offers us a glimpse of real satire. It puts Private Eye and the wider British media in perspective. Our little vendettas. Our obsession with apologies. Portadown News had a similar mission - it's passing is a shame. The targets of satire should be assassins, beheaders, and slave-traders. By contrast, our pressure groups refer to Guantanamo Bay as a 'Gulag' and expect to be taken seriously.
(another Blogger spellcheck update: Portadown = Partition. Don't tell Dr Paisley!)