Back in the late 50s to early 60s, when I was a bairn, comedy records were all the rage in the UK. Opuses like Tommy Cooper’s spooky Don’t Jump Off The Roof, Dad (You’ll Make A Hole In The Yard) and the early George Martin masterpiece Auntie Rotter by Peter Sellers burned images of grotesque violence into my unformed brain that have never been erased.
I suppose Gary Asquith, being about the same vintage, was similarly traumatized. His way of dealing with it was to meet the beast head on, to channel his inner Bernard Cribbins and bring the world Probably A Robbery. I’m sure the I’m Too Sexy chaps were taking notes.
Thus my last mix with Daniel Miller was a minor hit, and I was able to end my innings with head held high. Silly as it is I love it, not least for the classic Asquith couplet:
The funniest thing…I just wanted to sing, but the notes wouldn’t come my way.