This house will become a shrine, and punks and skins and rastas will all gather round and hold their hands in sorrow for their fallen leader. And all 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!
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The Young Ones

R.I.P Rik Mayall. Completely gutted for comedy right now.

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an endless list of Vollha’s favourite characters Black Adder’s Edmund Black Adder
I want to be remembered when I’m dead. I want books written about me. I want songs sung about me. And then hundreds of years from now I want episodes of my life to be played out weekly at half past nine by some great heroic actor of the age.”

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