Most people probably think The Young Ones or Bottom is the best thing that Rik Mayall ever did, but they’re wrong. They’re both glorious, obviously. But after The Young Ones and before Bottom, Rik, Ade and Nigel did this relatively unheard-of little sitcom called Filthy, Rich and Catflap. It’s Rik Mayall as a shit light entertainer. It’s beautifully satirical, stupid, and full of the outraaageous anarchic shouting Rik was famous for.
I mention this, because it was arguably my single most important piece of media growing up. The VHSs have worn thin. I knew every single line, and quoted it endlessly. Ben and I often remarked that if Rik Mayall and Ade Edmonson had the common decency to put together a Chemistry based sitcom, we’d have no trouble whatsoever passing our GCSEs.
These days, I sort of do comedy games, which is weird, because in truth I’m not really very funny. I’m basically just coasting on one life-long Rik Mayall impression.
It’s odd, I always just sort of assumed one day I’d get to meet him. Like there was all the time in the world. I always thought some day I’d get to shake his hand. To tell him how much he meant to me, how much he’d shaped the man I’d become, my sense of humour. I’d tell him how his comedy had been my barrier during rough times as a kid. I’d tell him how I’m in my dream career, and a little bit of him flows through everything I do. It’s suddenly plain to see his influence runs right through Ben There, Dan That! and Time Gentlemen, Please! and I am so proud of that.
Right now I’d give anything to shake him warmly by the
penis hand, look him directly in the eye and say a heartfelt thank you.
I should probably go find Stewart Lee before it’s too late.