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and the sergeant major of fate orders him back to the barracks to put some clothes on…
Humphrey Lyttelton, jazz trumpeter, Old Etonian, ex-guardsman, and panel game host has died. I shall go home and listen to old I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue episodes in the sad knowledge that there will be no more to come.
Any one of his closing lines would be appropriate but here are just a few.
...and so, as the dandruff of time is confronted by the Head And Shoulders of destiny, and the single sock of fate succumbs to the twin-tub of eternity...
...and so, as the still-warm seat of eternity is lifted by the charlady of time, before she brandishes aloft the Toilet Duck of destiny...
...and so, as the scales of time are confronted by the Vanessa Feltz of eternity, and the cubicle of destiny is selected by the George Michael of fate...
...and so ladies and gentlemen, I notice it's the end of the show, and indeed, the series, and there are but few words that can express how I feel at that news although 'Yee' and 'Haa' would seem to fit the bill nicely...
ETA I've just been reading the comments on the BBC website and this was my favourite: For the funeral, could we have "Abide with me" to the tune of "The Lord's my shepherd"? Yes, that would be perfect.
Humphrey Lyttelton, jazz trumpeter, Old Etonian, ex-guardsman, and panel game host has died. I shall go home and listen to old I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue episodes in the sad knowledge that there will be no more to come.
Any one of his closing lines would be appropriate but here are just a few.
...and so, as the dandruff of time is confronted by the Head And Shoulders of destiny, and the single sock of fate succumbs to the twin-tub of eternity...
...and so, as the still-warm seat of eternity is lifted by the charlady of time, before she brandishes aloft the Toilet Duck of destiny...
...and so, as the scales of time are confronted by the Vanessa Feltz of eternity, and the cubicle of destiny is selected by the George Michael of fate...
...and so ladies and gentlemen, I notice it's the end of the show, and indeed, the series, and there are but few words that can express how I feel at that news although 'Yee' and 'Haa' would seem to fit the bill nicely...
ETA I've just been reading the comments on the BBC website and this was my favourite: For the funeral, could we have "Abide with me" to the tune of "The Lord's my shepherd"? Yes, that would be perfect.