Spike Milligan's Dead...

I particularly enjoyed 'Stories my children have enjoyed...at gunpoint'. There was a gentle lunacy to him, a wonderfully profound but also deliciously dotty take on language. High or low, the man was always worth listening to. Large sigh.

'bye Spike. Luv'd ya...

One of my heroes and inspirations - blimey, there aren't many left now! God bless you, Spike!

and he didn't have a knob on his side

@!#$.

oh

Really? Shite in a bucket. I was hoping he'd go on forever. I can't imagine what the world would've been like without Spike. For all his so-called madness he was a beacon of sanity to me. The laughter he gave, the pleasure, what better thing could anyone do for their fellow human beings? He was unique, a treasure.

Enough is Enough! I haven't had enough. Well swallow this obstacle. Gumph. Delicious! What was it? It was a Nuff. It's marked clearly on the tin: A Nuff. Net Weight, 4oz. So you've just eaten a 4-ounce Nuff. Well in that case I haven't had enough Nuff! Well I've had enough. -Gunshot- Oh. I'm dying. At last I've had enough!

So, farwell then Spike Milligna, the well-known typing error. Let us now declare one minute's pandemonium.

I just started a thread about this as well - never mind - you hit your button quicker than I

I must go down to the sea again The lonely sea and the sky I left my mobile phone there And I need to tell someone that I'm walking down the street or on the train or . . .

I was lucky enough to see the great man three times. Once in the magnificent 'Bed Sitting Room' and twice at the play, also in the West End of London, whose name I now forget (can you help?) where he basically ad-libbed the whole thing - would sometimes walk off never to return after 20 minutes - and it was so funny that I fell on the floor with stomach cramps. I'm walking backwards to Christmas and I hope I'll bump into him coming the opposite way. I also re-read Puckoon the other week and laughed just as loud all over again. If you haven't read it - do! Thankyou Spike, thankyou.

I have the ivory straining handles. And the knees.

i am really sad about spike because in a house that was not literary in any way he was the first poet i ever really heard of ... A Ninfluence ... and in a relationship with my father that was never easy somehow we always managed to agree on the fact that spike was funny ... some lines from his poems travelled into Family Lore ... gloriously mad ...

. . . watch out for the curried eggs

Like Fish he was the first writer that I really read and enjoyed at school. An out and out nutter who always knew more than most. Ralph

to quote spike, on receiving an award for his lifetime's work.. " it's about bloody time!! "

Shut off your emotions switch off your face Close off all feeling This way to the human race... (I'm paraphrazing, don't remember it exactly but I bet someone else will) Feel free to correct

Gutted :( He was one of the few comic geniuses we had left.