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Dave Allen dies aged 68

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Irish comedian from yesteryear has died, aged 68.

I remember watching his show on the ABC when I was younger, late at night. He was so irreverent, he was even given an ultimatum to stop taking the piss out of the catholic church or be excommunicated. He chose to be excommunicated, so he won't go to heaven.

Coming as he did from Ireland, a country noted for (relatively) fanatical catholicism, you've got to respect that.

Doubtless he has a glass of fine whisky & a cigarette in hand where ever he is now.

Thanks to mijbril.

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the_metatron
Mar. 11th, 2005 03:07 pm (UTC)
:(

I remember watching his show with my Dad on Friday (or was it Saturday) nights when I was about ten?

That's sad.
paradigmshifty
Mar. 11th, 2005 04:06 pm (UTC)
I wonder if teeth really will be provided?
halloranelder
Mar. 11th, 2005 04:17 pm (UTC)
Thanks, you made me laugh!
designadrug
Mar. 13th, 2005 07:28 am (UTC)
I remember watching "Dave Allen at large" when I was a youngster.

He was funny. I particularly remember that he would joke about his missing finger.

A sad loss, and so young.
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