I'm Sorry I Haven't a Humph

[tealin]

I must confess I've been sitting on this for a while but it's time to break the news to those who don't know already: Humphrey Lyttelton, jazz musician and comedian, died last Friday. In his 86 years he touched the lives of millions with his music and by being the inimitable host of I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue, which is arguably the best radio show ever. His passing leaves a gaping hole in my personal universe, and I'm sure I'm not alone.

Enough dribble from me; the folks at the BBC are much more qualified to eulogize:

I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue [audio] - archived episode aired in tribute

Humphrey Lyttelton: A Celebration [audio]

Humphrey Lyttelton's Obituary

Tributes to Humph

Comments

[twirlynoodle.livejournal.com]

One can only hope ... and she won't have to keep rushing off to her appointments with archivists and the like. :)

Another sadness is that we've lost one of the few people in the world who has any clue what is going on in Mornington Crescent.

[thearchduchess.livejournal.com]

My favourite one is, I think, from the I'm Sorry I Haven't a Christmas Carol, about her being unable to work with gasps, and pants around her rankles.

A game which I have now played with 15 people, only 3 of whom knew what was going on. They then got me back by introducing Mao to our social set. I had my first post-Humph visit to Mornington Crescent today (well, I was on a train that went through it. I wasn't about to go as far as to get off to pay my respects.) That didn't make me quite as sad as at my Leavers' Service for school, where I only properly started crying* as the Big Band played In The Mood, not because I was leaving school after seven years, but because I remembered about Humph. Then I felt a bit heartless. Oops.

*excluding my near-inability to finish my reading of the end of Winnie the Pooh, but surely that doesn't count as who doesn't cry reading that?