Experiment
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“The die was cast. It was a proud day for the Milligan family as I was taken from the house. "I'm too young to go," I screamed as Military Policemen dragged me from my pram, clutching a dummy. At Victoria Station the R.T.O. gave me a travel warrant, a white feather and a picture of Hitler marked "This is your enemy." I searched every compartment, but he wasn't on the train. At 4.30, June 2nd, 1940, on a summer's day all mare's tails and blue sky we arrived at Bexhill-on-Sea, where I got off. It wasn't easy. The train didn't stop there.”
September 3rd, 1939.
The last minutes of peace ticking away. Father and I were watching Mother digging our air-raid shelter.
“She’s a great little woman,” said Father.
“And getting smaller all the time,” I added.
Two minutes later, a man called Chamberlain who did Prime Minister impressions spoke on the wireless; he said,
“As from eleven o’clock we are at war with Germany.”
“War?” said Mother.
“It must have been something we said,” said Father.
The people next door panicked, burnt their post office books and took in the washing.
The last minutes of peace ticking away. Father and I were watching Mother digging our air-raid shelter.
“She’s a great little woman,” said Father.
“And getting smaller all the time,” I added.
Two minutes later, a man called Chamberlain who did Prime Minister impressions spoke on the wireless; he said,
“As from eleven o’clock we are at war with Germany.”
“War?” said Mother.
“It must have been something we said,” said Father.
The people next door panicked, burnt their post office books and took in the washing.
Or the one where they put up a marquee to sleep in at night and the Sgt says, you stupid idiots it's inside out, so Spike says let's sleep on the outside.
I read them while I was in my teens/early 20s.
Its an interesting point of view though, I've not heard many people say that Spike Milligan wasn't funny.
Spike changed comedy for the good of us all, before him there were only music hall types, like Tommy Trinder, Max Miller, who told poor quality jokes about Blackpool and Mother-in-laws.
If he were still around and saw the likes of McIntyre (surely the worst comedian ever) Corden, Widdicome et al and their, stilted, hackneyed garbage, well I can only imagine.
He'd have liked Frankie Boyle though.
If he were still around and saw the likes of McIntyre (surely the worst comedian ever) Corden, Widdicome et al and their, stilted, hackneyed garbage, well I can only imagine.
He'd have liked Frankie Boyle though.
McIntyre isn't a comedian. Nor is Corden. There are also no funny women on the planet either. SCIENCE FACT.