Dudley Moore and Peter Cook have been heroes of mine since I was about 13. I can remember staying with my good friend and cousin Alex in school holidays and listening to Derek and Clive – on vinyl, the album with sick all over the sleeve. At the time I thought it was the most hilarious thing I’d ever heard. It turned out that my dad, Phil, was also a fan and I can remember laughing until it hurt at his flat in Brighton.
Back to Dudley Moore. I loved Mr Spiggott and also recall having a scream with Kev Eagles (where are you?) acting out the famous sketch “One leg too few”:
Last week, Phil lent me a copy of the Hound of the Baskervilles and I can’t wait to watch it. I discovered earlier, by chance, that Dudley Moore died six years ago today.