I’ve always been after the trappings of great luxury. But all I’ve got hold of are the trappings of great poverty. I’ve got hold of the wrong load of trappings, and a rotten load they are too, ones I could have very well done without.
Something a bit older now from an extremely influential figure in modern British comedy; someone who was regarded as the leading light of the British satire boom of the 1960’s
Peter Cook has been described by Stephen Fry, no less, as “the funniest man who ever drew breath” – a tremendous accolade by someone I consider as incredibly influential in the modern era of comedy – so great heed should be taken of this