Phil

I loved Open all hours with David Jason

Pure class


RIP Ronnie you will be missed

As said before perhaps some more reruns

GaryK

Yep share the above sentiments a true comic legend

pauld37

Great shame, he will be missed

Danny B

At least his comic genius moments can be handed down to our kids (albeit in DVD format) but at least they will know what real comedy is.
My 9yr old thought that the four candles sketch was the funniest thing he has ever seen.
I so wish that I could think of things as funny as he used to write..unbelievable.

dsmith

Porridge = Pure Classic

Every episode a winner.

CLSII

A true genius who will be sadly missed.....

Cougar

A True comedy Genius has gone.

The world will seem a less funny place without him.

BBC has a tribute/Obituary show tonight @ 10:35 - 11:30 called And It's Goodnight From Him.


Ronnie Corbett: So it's good night from me...
Ronnie Barker: ...and it's good night from him. Good night!

RIP

FlightMan

He'll be missed. Heard on the radio today that he wrote 75% of the sketched for the 2 Ronnies himself! A true genius.

RIP Ronnie.

7 Foot

What to say . . . . . . . ?

A true gentlemen and a comedy genius.

God bless you Ronnie.



Max

MikeTheStrike

The trick is making hard work look easy, as a scriptwriter and comedian he achieved that.

RIP Ronnie

Leslie

One point I made some time ago was that the very best comedians can make you laugh without recourse to obscene language or lavatorial humour.

Ronnie Barker was the prime example of all that.

Les

T4molie

Completely agree with what Les has said above.

I watched the BBC Tribute program last night and it reminded me of how much of my childhood was filled with his (and Ronnie Corbetts) comdey genius

A sad loss indeed.

Andy

Marky-San

Loved the phantom raspberry blower sketches.

The re-runs are simply hilarious - proper humour without the crudeness. Not many people can claim to even come close to that type accolade.

RIP Ronnie

FlightMan

In a hardware shop. Ronnie Corbett is behind the counter, wearing a warehouse jacket. He has just finished serving a customer.
CORBETT (muttering): There you are. Mind how you go.
(Ronnie Barker enters the shop, wearing a scruffy tank-top and beanie)
BARKER: Four Candles!
CORBETT: Four Candles?
BARKER: Four Candles.
(Ronnie Corbett makes for a box, and gets out four candles. He places them on the counter)
BARKER: No, four candles!
CORBETT (confused): Well there you are, four candles!
BARKER: No, fork 'andles! 'Andles for forks!
(Ronnie Corbett puts the candles away, and goes to get a fork handle. He places it onto the counter)CORBETT (muttering): Fork handles. Thought you said 'four candles!' (more clearly) Next?
BARKER: Got any plugs?
CORBETT: Plugs. What kind of plugs?
BARKER: A rubber one, bathroom.
(Ronnie Corbett gets out a box of bath plugs, and places it on the counter)
CORBETT (pulling out two different sized plugs): What size?
BARKER: Thirteen amp!
CORBETT (muttering): It's electric bathroom plugs, we call them, in the trade. Electric bathroom plugs!
(He puts the box away, gets out another box, and places on the counter an electric plug, then puts the box away)
BARKER: Saw tips!
CORBETT: Saw tips? (he doesn't know what he means) What d'you want? Ointment, or something like that?
BARKER: No, saw tips for covering saws.
CORBETT: Oh, haven't got any, haven't got any. (he mutters) Comin' in, but we haven' got any. Next?
BARKER: 'O's!
CORBETT: 'O's?
BARKER: 'O's.
(He goes to get a hoe, and places it on the counter)
BARKER: No, 'O's!
CORBETT: 'O's! I thought you said 'O! (he takes the hose back, and gets a hose, whilst muttering) When you said 'O's, I thought you said 'O! 'O's!
(He places the hose onto the counter)
BARKER: No, 'O's!
CORBETT (confused for a moment): O's? Oh, you mean panty 'o's, panty 'o's! (he picks up a pair of tights from beside him)
BARKER: No, no, 'O's! 'O's for the gate. Mon repose! 'O's! Letter O's!
CORBETT (finally realising): Letter O's! (muttering) You had me going there!
(He climbs up a stepladder, gets a box down, puts the ladder away, and takes the box to the counter, and searches through it for letter O's)
CORBETT: How many d'you want?
BARKER: Two.
(Ronnie Corbett leaves two letter O's on the counter, then takes the box back, gets the ladder out again, puts the box away, climbs down the ladder, and puts the ladder away, then returns to the counter)
CORBETT: Yes, next?
BARKER: Got any P's?
CORBETT (fed up): For Gawd' sake, why didn' you bleedin' tell me that while I was up there then? I'm up and down the shop already, it's up and down the bleedin' shop all the time. (He gets the ladder out, climbs up and gets the box of letters down, then puts the ladder away) Honestly, I've got all this shop, I ain't got any help, it's worth it we plan things. (He puts the box on the counter, and gets out some letter P's) How many d'you want?
BARKER: No! Tins of peas. Three tins of peas!
CORBETT: You're 'avin' me on, ain't ya, yer 'avin' me on?
BARKER: I'm not!
(Ronnie Corbett dumps the box under the counter, and gets three tins of peas)
CORBETT (placing the tins on the counter): Next?
BARKER: Got any pumps?
CORBETT (getting really fed up): 'And pumps, foot pumps? Come on!
BARKER (surprised he has to ask): Foot pumps!
CORBETT (muttering, as he goes down the shop): Foot pumps. See a foot pump? (He sees one, and picks it up) Tidy up in 'ere.
(He puts the pump down on the counter)
BARKER: No, pumps fer ya feet! Brown pump, size nine!
CORBETT (almost at breaking point): You are 'avin' me on, you are definitely 'avin' me on!
BARKER (not taking much notice of Corbett's mood): I'm not!
CORBETT: You are 'avin' me on! (He takes back the pump, and gets a pair of brown foot pumps out of a drawer, and places them on the counter) Next?
BARKER: Washers!
CORBETT (really close to breaking point): What, dishwashers, floor washers, car washers, windscreen washers, back scrubbers, lavatory cleaners? Floor washers?
BARKER: 'Alf inch washers!
CORBETT: Oh, tap washers, tap washers? (He finally breaks, and makes to confiscate his list) Look, I've had just about enough of this, give us that list. (He mutters) I'll get it all myself! (Reading through the list) What's this? What's that? Oh that does it! That just about does it! I have just about had it! (calling through to the back) Mr. Jones! You come out and serve this customer please, I have just about had enough of 'im. (Mr. Jones comes out, and Ronnie Corbett shows him the list) Look what 'e's got on there! Look what 'e's got on there!
JONES (who goes to a drawer with a towel hanging out of it, and opens it): Right! How many would ya like? One or two?
(He removes the towel to reveal the label on the drawer - 'Bill hooks'!)

Scooby-Mark

That is just the best comedy sketch ever, Pure genius

Turbohot

Very sad indeed.

Felix.

Ronnie was never happy with the end of the sketch - he thought it was a bit crude and did not fit in with the rest of the sketch.

He thought about it for years, when not so long ago he came up with the proper ending.

Corbett takes the list off him as normal at the end. He then shouts his assistant to come in - who is a very large chested woman (not unlike nurse Gladys). She takes the list and rummages around in a cardboard box. She then say "Just the 2 is it" and pulls out 2 large door knockers.

Excellent - its a shame it was never filmed.

My personal favorite is the mastermind sketch

David Lock

I thought it was an excellent tribute. Are these tributes literally put together after a death or are they "pre-planned" as it were? I know that newspapers have drawers full of nearly finished obituaries waiting for the day to arrive. I think the Queen mum had a drawer to herself!

douglasb

It must have been pre-recorded (albeit quite recently) but without the BBC expecting him to die so soon.

The clues were that they mentioned the Two Ronnies Sketchbook (recorded and shown earlier this year), The other clue was a reference to his marriage stating that he was married in 1957 and "was married for over half a century".

mattstant

Brilliant i have been wracking my brains for the last couple of days to try and remember this alternative ending suggested by Ronnie Barker.

Strange because i always thought it was a poor ending and nearly jumped out my seat when i saw him saying this

Johnny50

I've always loved Open All Hours.

Used to watch it as a kid, and never really grasped it.
Never seen it again for a good 12 years, then UK Gold started playing it in the mornings, and fell in love with it.

Superb.

James Neill

iTrader: (1)

This was originally shown on BBC TV, back in the seventies.
Ronnie Barker could say all this without a snigger (though god knows how
many takes) The irony is that the BBC received not one complaint. Must
have been the speed of delivery was too much for the whining herds. Try
getting through it without converting the spoonerisms as you read;



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.

douglasb

Didn't sound like Ronnie Barker and possible proof is here

James Neill

iTrader: (1)

Hmm, I did wonder before posting it. But did a google search and there were loads on posts about it being written by Mr Barker. But looks like you hit on the real proof.

mattstant

Hmmm i wouldnt call it "proof" but i think i have seen all the two ronnies shows and no way is that Ronnie barkers material (in fact I'd put money on it)and no way was it aired before 9.00 pm watershed as the two ronnies was always family veiwing

Reality

There was a sketch with Rindercella and it was similar to that - but I'm pretty sure that's not the Ronnie Barker version .

Ronnie didn't make "bad words" sound good - he made "good words" sound bad.

eg

The association for the pisspronounciation of worms

SwissTony

iTrader: (19)

One of the funniest man alive (well was !! ) just watched a clip of the four/fork handles the other day and still now, years on, it made me laugh.

Now that sir, is good timeless comedy

philc

The sketch I remember as being 'close to the bone' was in cockney rhyming slang - all about this 'Richard the Third' lying on the pavement and the narrative continued in cockney rhyming slang about all the people walking past trying to avoid it.

The punchline was something like, 'then the Richard the Third flapped its wings and flew away ....'

douglasb

I remember that one. Wasn't he a vicar delivering a sermon in Cockney rhyming slang?