Even in death, David Nobbs was attached to his greatest creation. Unwittingly perhaps, social media mourned the writer’s passing by placing his name alongside the initials of Reginald Iolanthe Perrin. The inevitable hashtag of mourning was the same as the monogram on Reggie’s executive briefcase: RIP.
Published by: The Guardian
Today at least I had an excuse. Like plenty of others this summer, I’d been sneaking guilty peeks at the cricket during the working day, checking the score, hitting refresh on the webpage, occasionally donning the headphones for a cheeky dose of Test Match Special. Yesterday morning the urge became irresistible, as Australia crumbled, the entire team wiped out in the time it usually takes a team to clear its throat, having scored a paltry 60 runs.
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You know those disclaimers they put at the end of movies? "No animals were harmed in the making of this motion picture." Or, "Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental." Well, this is the JC equivalent. "None of the grotesquely over-the-top barmitzvah celebrations about to be mentioned in this column were attended by me personally."
Published by: The Jewish Chronicle