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20th June 1977
Eade telephoned and said 'They want you to play Sir Henry after all, they can't get Hawtrey.'
8th August 1956
Orthopaedic Hospital. ... What a lot of balls. They simply don't know what is wrong with me, at all
25th May 1971
The show went OK but I farted very loudly during the 2nd act & there were cries of dirty sod... Ingrid Bergman didn't notice!
14th April 1988
Oh - what's the bloody point?
30th July 1964
I suddenly realised today that most times when someone is nasty to me my immediate reaction is 'When & how can I be revenged?'...
7th June 1977
All these jubilee celebrations seem malapropos; in a time of economic recession, the Queen should have set an example of austerity.
19th June 1966
Phone calls from Tony Hancock asking me to appear in the show ... I'd rather leave the business than work with such a philistine nit.
16th January 1947
Went round to the gay bar which wasn't in the least gay.
8th July 1976
Conductor shouted at me "Do your flies up" He turned to other passengers & said "Isn't it disgusting? I get em all ... filthy people."
25th September 1973
I shouted at some man "You keep away from us! I can tell by the redness of your nose you've got cold germs"! He scuttled...
13th February 1982
TV programme at Teddington. On the show Denis Norden introduced me as 'The John McEnroe of panel games' & the audience fell about!
5th March 1975
BBC showed a pathetic thing called Last of the Summer Wine with Michael Bates, Peter Sallis & that Rowbotham.. being repulsive.
18th December 1961
Sheila Hancock's voice is much better. She is giving presents to everyone in the show. I am not.
14th July 1967
We went to a dreadful film with that awful pop singing creature "Clifford Richardson" or something. It was unbelievably boring.
3rd May 1968
Rehearsing with Joan Sims. I farted very loudly & she got up crying out 'Pooh! It's disgusting. . .the dirty sod' !
13th September 1970
I read the script of Carry On Henry and I think it's abysmal ... it is liberally sprinkled with filth!
13th June 1966
We had the appalling misfortune to meet a dreadful drunk called 'Kinnaird'. We got dragged back to his awful flat for dinner....
3rd July 1962
Went to the butcher for steak for my lunch. He said to me "I think you're a bit of prime meat myself . . . four and sixpence my angel".