Ronnie Barker Dies

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Comedy legend, Ronnie Barker died peacefully by his wifes side on Monday, aged 76...

news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/tv_and_radio/4307216.stm

i'm actually quite sad about this. He will be missed by alot of people.

[Luco El Loco]

It's sad. I'm not surprised though because he was looking frail in his last tv appearances. I think it's nice that he lived to recieve his Bafta Lifetime Achievement honour. That was good.

[Graham]

It's a massive loss to TV. I think he was the only person that, whatever he appeared in, he seemed to improve it, and raie the bar just that notch.

He'sll be misses by millions. RIP, and thankyou.

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Aww I really loved Ronnie Barker. I grew up watching The Two Ronnies, Open All Hours and Porridge (although admittedly they were reruns). I'm glad he's been so well recognised as a man truly possessing such great talent; I'm only regretful that I'm unable to watch his tribute shows.

Ronnie Barker was truly a dude of the highest calibre.

[skuttyb]

there arent words to do such a great man justice. he will be missed

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I was sent a forward today, and it seemed fitting to post it here, as I'm sure I remember seeing a re-run of it at some point, and it made me giggle and appreciate this man all over again.

"In Memory of a very funny man

This was originally shown on on BBC TV back in the seventies. Ronnie Barker could say all this without a snigger (though god knows how many takes). Irony is that they received not one complaint.

This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters. Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot. At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered.

The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go.

Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks
The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity.

At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Mist all chucking frighty!!!" said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass glipper.

The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted??" asked the prandsome hince. "Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge. When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk.

Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on.
He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly.

Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny.

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