My
dad loved Spike Milligan.
From the many long drives with SM tapes playing, and through the mist of some thirty years, I can only recall two marvellous quotables from that great (and utterly mad) man:
(Absurd Spike): You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose. But you can't pick your friend's nose."
(Sensitive Spike): "There are holes in the sky where the rain gets in. But they're ever so small; that's why rain is thin."
Town of birth: Pune (Poona), India. My dad's nickname for him: Mike Spilligan.