Dave Allen dies, age 68
 

I can still remember his Tonight With Dave Allen series, which was aired on public television in the US. He was an extremely sophisticated Irish comedian, mixing very funny pre-recorded skits with live-audience monologues perched on a stool, drinking from a glass of whiskey. An atheist, sensualist, and anti-romantic, he wasn't afraid to tilt repeatedly at the Catholic Church's foibles. He'll be missed. :)

While we're at it, here's a link to a BBC radio 4 tribute given in Allen's honor over the last few days, including several examples of his controversial humor. Skip the first two minutes of intro or so.

Yeah,It's too bad he died.

i don't know who he is but like DZ said, its too bad tht he died. :(

Yeah he's good, I like that one where he talkss..... "I shall tell everyone that you made me lose my virginity, twice and you shall get into big trouble mister!" "Twice? We've only done it once" "Well you're going to do it again aren't you?"
Funneh :p

I remember his "Tonight" well from when I was a very small child. My parents used to watch his show, which was on TV quite late - far too late for a kid my age but since I was a night owl already at a tiny age, they usually let me sit with them and watch TV is I couldn't sleep and had nothing to read. I really liked Dave Allen and his whiskey glass :) At that time, nobody believed kids would turn into alcoholics because they watched somebody on TV drink alcohol. (In Sweden, he was not at all controversial since jokes about religion, sex and booze was not viewed as something loaded. )

I still remember some of his routines with relish. There was one where he played a household servant in a gloomy mansion who turns one night into a wolfman. He skulks up the stairways in the shadowy, darkened Victorian house, with increasingly tension-filled music in the background. Meanwhile, the camera keeps cutting to a bedroom where the young, nubile, attractive mistress of the house disrobes (discreetly out of camera range) and moves into bed.

The wolfman sniffs the air, flexes his claws, and shambles down the corridor. He opens her door...he slips quietly inside...his mouth splits, showing sharp teeth...he moves to the bed and bends over her...

Then she reaches up, slaps him lightly over the cheek, says petulantly, "What kept you?" and pulls him down under covers on top of her, while he favors the camera with a leer. It was hilarious. :D His honest, open appreciation of sex was so refreshing in a business that either snickers at it like a little kid or ignores it altogether.

Scene: A Viking drakkar shores on the beach of a stupendously dirt-poor fishing village somewhere. Dave, dressed as a horrible Viking berserker jums ashore and howls:

"RAPE AND PLUNDER!!!!"

Hideous old crone: "Rape, please!"

DA: "Errr.. PLUNDER, PLUNDEERRR!!!!!"

May he spend the afterlife receiving what he gave us all.

Sad... I remember his skits, almost grew up on them.
He was very gifted, very suave... with a wonderful, dry sense of humour...