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I believe you are 91 today?
Happy birthday Spike, hope its a great day full of beer and love :unibrow:
Sorry, Sweetcheeks - suckered you in.Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetcheeks
It would have been the original Spike's birthday, had he not died in 2002, not 'our' Spike!
Not in that order though as he told me there's no chance with that brewers droop of his.Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetcheeks
All the bestest Spikey.
Tell him to try Viagra - cut the tabs into quarters and take one each day.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ged
It won't be enough to cure his droop, but it should stick out far enough that he no longer pees on his slippers.
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Happy Birthday ol' boy:PDT11
Hope it's the best yet!!!
All the best mate
J&D:PDT_Piratz_26:
And to any other Spikes....Good luck!
He told me he'll never take them again since he took one at his school sports day as he lined up for the 100m and ended up winning the pole vault.Quote:
Originally Posted by kevin
The last time he tried one, it got stuck in his throat and he ended up with a stiff neck.
Wonder when he is going to look in and find out many of his secrets are no longer so secret?
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Happy Birthday to you!
Quote:
Originally Posted by kevin
Oh I see, I thought it was our Spike, as he must be about that age, or has he just had a hard life ..................... after the viagra tale maybe mmmmmmmmm
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IM Here You Sill Lot lo :PDT11
Yep its Mr Milligan's Birthday Today
"You're a spy"
"I'm not a spy, I'm a shepherd"
"Ah! A shepherd's pie!""
When I look back, the fondest memory I have is not really of the Goons. It is of a girl called Julia with enormous breasts" - Spike celebrating his 75th birthday.
Happy Birthday Spike Milligan ( Upthere causing trouble :unibrow: )
Obituary
Spike, never one to leave things to chance, wrote his own obituary:
At last a journalistic enterprise, the ultimate ego trip. Write your own obituary! Well, I've actually seen mine, by seducing an office girl from the Brisbane Courier Mail. It went like this: Spike Milligan was born Terence Alan Milligan on the 1 April 1918 in a hospital in Ahmednagar, India. When he grew up he wrote the Goon Show and died.
Well, I was educated first at the Convent of Jesus and Mary where I consistently passed top of the class. While I was there the nuns had 16 immaculate conceptions.
To Rangoon (the Rangoon Show folks) and the Brothers de Salle - despite the earthquake of 1929, I passed all exams with honours, especially English lit. I then wrote the Goon Show and died.
In 1933, I returned to England where I learnt to sing like Bing Crosby. In 1936, won silver cup crooning at Lady Florence Institute Deptford. Act of heroism - 1937, on ferry crossing to Falmouth, friend Jim Cherry fell off and was rescued by me; Falmouth Chronicle carried the story thus: CROONY CONTEST WINNER SAVES FALLING CHERRY. Wrote Goon Show and died.
Then I learnt the trumpet. Won Melody Maker contest silver medal at Lewisham Town Hall, presented by Benny Carter. Benny Carter was my hero; after the operation he became my heroine.
Now I was 19, held together by pimples, Brylcreem and Durex. My first sexual encounters of a thud kind - I fell off. She lost hers, I lost mine, snap! Wrote Goon Show and died.
Then came the war: North Africa, promoted in the field (they wouldn't let me indoors). Mentioned in dispatches: nothing positive, just mentioned. Heard playing with Army jazz band by L/13 Div K. Carter (later producer of the Benny Hill Show), put in concert party.
Invasion of Italy - blown up at Monte Cassino - came down again unaided. Demoted as "unstable", spotted by gay colonel: was his chauffeur. He said if he could hold mine he'd promote me; after one stripe, he found one bigger who soon became sergeant.
I and my trumpet were posted; breaking out of the parcel found I was in the Central Pool of Artists, Naples - a depot of bomb-happy squaddies. Wrote Goon Show and died. Secombe there. He's seen Naples but didn't die; there was too much him. He was doing an act of shaving and singing - yes, shaving and singing. He knew what he was doing - there was no Shaving and Singing Regiment in the country.
The Bill Hall Trio who, well, I was a good rhythm guitarist like Django's brother. Seated one day at the guitar, I was weary and ill at ease. And fingers wandered idly over the ivory keys ... (bang, there goes another elephant).
I was joined by a jazz violinist, then a jazz bassist; we became the hit of the Central Mediterranean Forces, nabbed by Gracie to appear on VE night concert, Argentine Theatre, Rome - we are the hit of the show; we escape, before she can sing Sing As We Go. We go. Wrote Good Show and died.
The war ends, we seek fame in the UK - failure. I go solo; that is, I'm out of work on my own, meet up again with Secombe, then Bentine, then Sellers, then ... Dorita Trent! Forget the others, no, I must write a show for them, yes. Between doing Dorita, I wrote the Goon Show and died.
I had long been aware of the state of the environment, so with Jean Scott formed the Finchley Society, saved building from a witless Finchley council.
TV had arrived, Sellers asked me to do a script for TV. I wrote A Show Called Fred, the very first Television Producers and Directors Award. Divorced, for doing it to Dorita, now I went into oblivion. I marched with Bertrand Russell on the antinuclear 100 Committee (looks like we're winning), I joined all environmental groups; whenever I got the chance, I preached the disaster of over-population. Wrote Goon Show and died.
No work in England; Australia - radio and TV; out there saved an unrecorded Aborigine cave, carvings and paintings of the extinct Dharug tribe. I found and saved the convict-cut stone cottage of major early Australian poet Henry Kendal (now a museum). I could have gone on, stopped there and waited for the knighthood, but no. Instead, they relieved me of my British passport and I was obliged to become Irish with the title of Mister.
Writing poetry for my children, eldest Laura said: "Why don't you make a book, Daddy?" I did. Success. Wrote Goon Show and died. Feel I have shaken off the working-class curse. Feel good!
Supporting the salvage of SS Great Britain and HMS Warrior. Saved old gas lamps off Constitution Hill. Started twoyear restoration of Elfin Oak, Kensington Gardens. I yearn for a good film part, Bernard Miles renews my flagging spirits by giving me role as Ben Gunn in Treasure Island. Success, but nothing comes of it. I write Puckoon, bestseller. I then wrote the Goon Show and died.
Under direction of idiots at MGM I make three "comedy" films. I had no say in the writing or direction and it showed.
Back to Oz to do a second radio series. Got a telegram from Sellers saying short film I wrote and directed, Running, Jumping And Standing Still, has won awards!
I'm cast in a boring Russian drama, Oblomov. First night disaster. I ad lib the play to a success. It breaks all box-office records for the Comedy Theatre; everybody comes - Olivier, Barbra Streisand, the Royal Family.
Finally BBC2 allows me to do a series of TV shows I call Q. The style was pounced on by all the up-and-coming comics, Python among them.
Clubs: Ronnie Scott's. Hobbies: writing Goon Shows and dying.
? This obituary was written for the Sunday Correspondent newspaper in July, 1990.
Nice one Spike II. :PDT11
Ditto.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ged
As usual, interesting info,
Mart
All The Best Spike!
This is the only Spike Birthday video i could find
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UdrKXnxoA4g
Don't forget to join in at the end!
Got to include this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTcRxIgPvx0
Just watch the first bit where he can't stop laughing :lol:
I love those clips :handclap: He was a funny old bugger.Quote:
Originally Posted by Devo
Happy Birthday: Aries rule :PDT11
Happy Birthday Spike :PDT_Aliboronz_24: