This bloke's my Uncles Les, my mum's eldest brother and my godfather. He was one of the funniest people I ever met. As you can see, he has a look of Eric Morecambe about him, growing up, the two just melded into one. He had very understated, bone, bone-dry humour with his props being his glasses and constant cig - a long drag, a slight raise of the eyebrow and a 'oh.. very good', was used as both a put down and as praise alike.
He died at 59, I was 15, whilst living in Scotland with my auntie who adored him. Chain smoker, good whisky drinker, ex merchant navy and briefly a copper. I once asked my mum why he didn't stay as a copper. She said it was too much like hard work for him, he wasn't keen on the whole work thing
