"Humphrey Lyttleton is OK., he said. Thank God, I said, something beside remains."
So once again I am sitting partly remembering the Jazz but mostly the laughter I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue gave me over the many years of listening. I'm glad that at the last live show I attended, the whole audience stood and applauded his entrance and his exit and showed him the love we all felt for an English institution.
I hope wherever he is now, he has his favourite discs and that Samantha is happily sitting on his right hand.
There is a nice obituary for Humph in The Times entitled "Farewell to Humphrey Lyttelton, the old stager who kept nation laughing" and it includes some more Samantha gags two of which I shamelessly reproduce here:
"Samantha has to go now as she’s off to meet her Italian gentleman friend who’s taking her out for an ice-cream. She says she likes to spend the evening licking the nuts off a large Neapolitan"
"After tasting the meat pies, Samantha said she liked Mr Dewhurst’s beef in ale; although she preferred his tongue in cider"