Ronnie Barker has died. Damn. A comic actor of the highest calibre, who also wrote much of his material. As the obituary in The Guardian points out: There was always a hint of unpredictable bleakness, or even menace, behind Barker’s toothy forensic accountant’s smile. Things were never quite what they appeared to be…
Talking of which, one of the other obituaries in The Guardian today was for M. Scott Peck. Bizarre in the extreme, and merely serves to confirm my prejudice against psychiatrists and gurus.

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