Last week David Croft, one of the most successful and talented comedy writers of his generation, died in Portugal. I wonder if he was worried about the euro? It's a nice thought that it's not his problem now. I hope when I'm dying, I remember to reflect on all the anxieties that are soon to become somebody else's problem. The insane terms of my will, for starters.Thus starts a eulogy by David Mitchell on David Croft. It starts silly, gets calculatingly offensive, then ends up being touching. I'm surprised at the hostility at his work on evidence in this thread. Before I had never known anyone who didn't love what David Croft had exposed them too.
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I'll certainly miss hearing about Mrs. Slocum's wet pussy.
posted by mbatch at 11:01 AM on September 27, 2011 [3 favorites]