I'm losing my touch. I was at a meeting this morning where there were three people named Richard sitting next to each other. "I suppose this is what you call an embarrassment of Richards," I remarked amusingly… Not a sausage; not even a snigger.
Then, to make matters worse, I meet Carolyn for coffee, and she tells me that she's told all her kids about my farting the first note of (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction, and they all think it's incredibly funny. So much so that her two-year-old daughter now refers to me as your Richard who goes pump.
So, in summary: my colleagues didn't think my rather sophisticated pun was in the least bit funny, whereas a two-year-old child is extremely amused by my farts.
I guess I've finally found my audience.