Dr. B asks: "When I was 11 or 12, I remember watching this British TV comedy show. It was sketch-oriented, 1970's vintage, and shown on PBS or a Canadian station. At the end, this guy just sat in a chair -- drink in one hand, cigarette in the other; totally cool, totally reserved -- telling funny stories. It's driving me crazy. Who was it?"
Philbony says: Dude, that was 'Dave Allen at Large'. Without the internet, your question would have had me up all night long for the next fortnight (always throw in English words when discussing England).
In fact, Dave Allen was surprisingly hard to find info on. Searching for "1970s British Comics who sat on a chair drinking and smoking telling funny stories" didn't return the best results. But a process of elimination (ie. it wasn't Eddie Izzard or Frankie Howerd or Alan Davies, but something like that) and deep meditation on Benny Hill routines yielded a lucky guess that Wikipedia and Google confirmed.
Anyway, here's the short bio Dr. B:
Dave Allen (1936 - 2005) was an Irish comedian popular
in the United Kingdom, Australia, and Canada in the 1960's,
1970's, and again in the 1990's.
Allen's act was typified by a very relaxed, intimate style. He
would sit in a chair, smoking and holding a glass of whiskey.
Along with his seated routines, his television shows were
interspersed with sketch comedy.
An atheist himself, he would often make jokes about religion -
particularly the Roman Catholic Church and the Church of
England. At the end of his act he would often toast the audience
with the words:
"Goodnight, thank you, and may your god go with you."
And Dr. B -- as promised -- see several clips below courtesy YouTube:
Funky Open
I Don't NEED to Smoke
The Haunted Cottage
An Italian Funeral
6 comments:
Phil, once again you have scored big! Dave Allen...that guy can tell a story. Thank you for digging this up, and for giving me yet another way to waste time on YouTube, looking at more of his clips!
Dr. B: Goodnight, thank you, and may your god go with you.
Canadian TV was our HBO back in the day. My greatest memory is watching Clint Eastwood tie a belt around a tree and rip his dislocated shoulder back into place. You would think it would be the occasional tittie we saw but something about the raw pain of that moment stays with me. Anyway, my question is three part: A) name the movie B) name Clints costar and C) (this is my real question) How much would that shit hurt?
A. Thunderbolt & Lightfoot
B. Jeff Bridges
C. A lot
That is a great movie, also with the legendary George "go fuck a duck" Kennedy. Little known fact: the movie was written & directed by Michael Cimino, who went on later to do The Deer Hunter. Good times!
Dr. B just stole all that from my blog. Of course, he's the same person that said plagiarism is okay. That's why Mucous is writing that story about that guy named Joe Satriani in Las Vegas who plays Coldplay tunes.
It's all coming back to me now. Yes, I remember...
I forgot that until reading this again. I got no future.
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