Thursday, 31 March 2016
An ILL Wind Blows.
My absolute favorite though was The Phantom Raspberry Blower Of Olde London Town written with Spike Milligan. A Jack The Ripper like toff holds all of London in a reign of terror by running up to them, flapping his opera cape and making a loud farting noise in their faces causing them to shrivel up in spasms of awkward embarrassment. Deep stuff,eh?
I do remember laughing at every episode right up to the phantom being revealed as this ghostly pale corpse man with red smeared lips and mad eyes and almost wetting myself in shock.
And I was twenty seven year old at the time.
I still get a ghastly shudder when I hear distant farting noises in the night.
R.I.P. little man and thank you for the big laughs.