From time to time, I decide to uncover a nut that I buried in the past. Such is the way of grey squirrels. These nuts sometime improve with time like well aged wine. Ah, 28th November 2006 was a very good day.
LGS Cultural Tour No: 3 The Funniest Man Ever
Most of the world today seems to remember Peter Sellers as the great and tortured comedian, thanks also to the wonderful film, “The Life and Death of Peter Sellers” but have overlooked his long-time colleague, Spike Milligan. However, Spike was voted by the British public in a BBC Poll in 1999 in which he was described as the “funniest person in 1000 years”. His fellow comedians also voted him into the top 50 and a scientific study accredits him as the originator of the world’s funniest joke which I have included at the end of this entry.
It gives me great pleasure to pay a little homage to this great man who exceled in comedic innovation, suffered mental illness and fought for the environment. He was a poet, an author, including children’s books, actor, comedian and activist. I would like to share two of his poems, an extract from the scripts of the Goon Show (radio program) and ending with the world’s funniest joke.
Dr. O’Dell fell down a well
and broke his collarbone.
Which proves that doctors should attend the sick,
and leave the well alone.
What happened to the boy I was?
Why did he run away?
And leave me old and thinking, like
There’d been no yesterday?
What happened then?
Was I that boy?
Who laughed and swam in the bund*
Is there no going back?
Is there nothing?
Excerpt from the Goon Show
Greenslade: The Affair of the Lone Banana, Chapter Two. With the banana secreted on his person, Neddie Seagoon arrived at the Port of Guatemala where he was accorded the typical Latin welcome to an Englishman.
Moriarty: Hands up, you pig swine. [Spits]
Seagoon: Have a care, Latin devil – I am an Englishman. Remember, this rolled umbrella has more uses than one.
Seagoon: Sorry. – Now, what’s all this about?
Moriarty: It is the revolution señor – everywhere there is an armed rising.
Seagoon: Are you in it?
Moriarty: Right in it – you see, señor, the united anti-socialist neo-democratic pro-fascist communist party is fighting to overthrow the unilateral democratic united partisan bellicose pacifist cobelligerant tory labour liberal party!
Seagoon: Whose side are you on?
Moriarty: There are no sides – we are all in this together. Now señor, if you don’t mind – we must search you.
Seagoon: What for?
Moriarty: Bananas. You see señor, we guatemalians are trying to overthrow the foreign-dominated banana plantations in this country. Any foreigner found with a banana on him will be shot by a firing squad and asked to leave the country.
Seagoon (aside):Curses – I must think quick. Little does he know I suspect him of foul play.
Moriarty (aside):Little does he know I’ve never played with a fowl in my life.
Seagoon (aside):Little does he know that he has misconstrued the meaning of the word foul. The word foul in my sentence was spelt F O U L not F O W L as he thought I had spelt it.
Moriarty (aside): Little does he know that I overheard his correction of my grammatical error and I am now about to rectify it – aloud. [Ahem] So, you suspect me of foul play spelt F O U L and not F O W L.
On 9 June 2006, it was reported that Professor Richard Wiseman had identified the world’s funniest joke as decided by the Laughlab project which involved people voting on-line. Professor Wiseman said the joke contained all three elements of what makes a good gag – anxiety, a feeling of superiority, and an element of surprise. It turns out to be a variation of a joke written by Spike for the Goon Show in 1951.
A couple of New Jersey hunters are out in the woods when one of them falls to the ground. He doesn’t seem to be breathing, his eyes are rolled back in his head. The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps to the operator: “My friend is dead! What can I do?” The operator, in a calm soothing voice says: “Just take it easy. I can help. First, let’s make sure he’s dead.” There is a silence, then a shot is heard. The guy’s voice comes back on the line. He says: “OK, now what?”
This bright light finally faded from this world on the 27th of February 2006. At the death of his long time friend, fellow Goon and famous tenor, Sir Harry Secombe, Spike quipped,” I am glad he died before me because I didn’t want him to sing at my funeral.” So quite appropriately, a recording of Secombe singing was played at Spike’s funeral. There is so much more to mention about his contributions to books, film and the environmental cause but “ying tong iddle i po” and “needle nar noo”. Looks at the hairs on my wrist which were synchronised to the hairs on Big Ben and realise time has flown.