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I've heard others, even experienced comedians, try to do some of his material and fail. Not because the gags were complicated - they never were - but because at least half of Frank's act was his face, his body, and his voice: that unvarnished Belfast accent, the dishevelled hair, those thick-rimmed glasses that doubled as a prop when necessary, and his stocky frame squeezed unceremoniously into a sometimes ill-fitting suit.

He was one of those rare comedians who walked on stage to the sound of laughter, the audience half anticipating the experience ahead of them, half remembering the last time they'd hurt themselves because of him.

He came from a city that had experienced a different kind of pummeling through the Troubles, and he saw laughter as respite - an antidote, a distraction, and a bridge between communities. Catholics and Protestants, loyalists and republicans all creased-up when Frank came on, and they've been lining up this week at Belfast City Hall to add their names to a special book of condolence - still laughing. Try to picture that: complete strangers standing in a queue exchanging his best lines, nodding with recognition, groaning, giggling, and sighing just a little. Frank would have loved that.

He became a household name, but it was his Northern Irish audience he cherished above all others. When they laughed together, it was a sign of hope. Some of the jokes were cheesy, some were even cringe-worthy, but they were never cruel. And when they came from Frank, we went from falling out to falling about. You can read scores of tributes to him in the papers this week, but you really need to be in Belfast to feel the depth of our affection for him.

It shouldn't surprise us that one of the causes closest to his heart was the campaign for integrated education in Northern Ireland. He gave his time, his money, and brought his many friends from show-business to make the case for building a shared future for children in a society where people still lead segregated lives.

Frank's first audience wasn't a comedy club. It was Saint Patrick's parish church in north Belfast, where he was a choirboy. He remained a devout Catholic all his life, and the accolade he most cherished came in 1987, when Pope John Paul II awarded him a papal knighthood for his tireless commitment to charity, he was given a private audience lasting 17 minutes. I can only suppose that the Vatican planned a five-minute audience, but they couldn't get Frank to stop talking.

This tribute to Frank Carson was broadcast on ´óÏó´«Ã½ Radio 4's Last Word on Friday 24 February (listen here).