Those Were The Days

Rest in peace, you delighfully, deliciously grumpy old fuck.         Sad, very, very sad, indeed.   For those of you too young to remember him, here are a few snippets, also from The Guardian, and this obit from The Independent. See also a few stories here.       I remember-- more clearly than I remember last month-- watching Dave Allen and Benny Hill on WUTV out of Buffalo at 10pm when I was much, much younger-- and when it was still possible for a man to sit in a chair with a drink and a cigarette (let alone anything else) on television. And, oh yeah, be very, very, very funny.   What the man could do with a story was genius. What he regularly did with confessionals was bloody beautiful blasphemy.       May flights of drunken, agnostic angels sing thee to thy rest.