Oh bloody hell, Rik Mayall died?! He died, what an utter, utter bastard piece of news that is. I loved him, and he and his comedy pals helped shape our generation. OK, so it has been a while since I last whacked anyone round the head with a frying pan, but The Young Ones definitely formed at least part of my personality!
A classic house based sitcom with punk rock sensibilities and a left wing attitude, it is me in sitcom form. (She say writing while sat on a sofa, surrounded by punk memorabilia and the constant urge to shout about standing up for ‘the people’, right kids!) It was genius stuff, and most of my generation can while away many a happy drunken hour quoting it in the pub.
‘Crop rotation in the fourteenth century was considerably more widespread……’
‘Hands up who likes me’
Etc Etc. Plus they had great bands on it, Motorhead and The Damned for example, a unique idea not seen in Terry and June, though I think it could have improved it!
Then there was The Comic Strip. More genius, probably most loved in this house for Bad News, the mock rock documentary, which for anyone in bands became the next most quoted thing after The Young Ones. Many the time I have been in vans laughing as someone ran behind us, all shouting ‘See you in Grantham’ out of the window. Or been at poorly attended gigs hoping the dog paid to get in. And must give a mention to Mr Jolly Lives Next Door – Dreamy Time Escorts and taking out Nicholas Parsons – legendary.
And The New Statesman, Rik’s parody of a Tory MP is simply so close to the truth that it is almost as sad as it is funny, take this quote from the series about the coalition:-
Alan B’Stard: You know the really great thing about a fudged coalition is that neither of us need to carry out a single promise of our election manifestos.
Could have been written yesterday that!
And he was handsome, I had a proper crush on him. Not so much when he had his grubby y-fronts pulled up as high as Simon Cowell’s trousers while playing Richie in Bottom, but Lord Flashheart in Blackadder, well, what girl could refuse!
I could enthuse all day about stuff he has done, Bottom and it’s violent slapstick hilarity, Filthy Rich and Catflap (Reykjavík comma Iceland full stop) and Kevin Turvey. But rather than writing it all in here, I am off to dig my VHS’s out from a box under the bed to watch it all again, and giggle in tribute.
It’s a strange thing when someone you never knew personally’s death makes you genuinely respond with huge sadness, but I know it isn’t just me, my Facebook was filled with streams of photos and quotes and disbelief.
” The grown-ups will say, “But why are the kids crying?” And the kids will say, “Haven’t you heard? Rick is dead! The People’s Poet is dead!””
Well, most of us aren’t kids any more, but we are all pretty damn sad. Peoples poet, we proper loved you!
‘Hand’s up who likes me?’
Love Miss Cisco XXX