The People's Poet is Dead

*moves away cobwebs from a big, wonky wingback chair and sits down*

Hello fellow comedy brethren, I do apologise for not updating for such a long, long time, but I got kidnapped by some ‘things’ – not sure who or what they were, but they wore hats with flowers in and they were all called ‘Derek’ – they’ve been good to me but I’m hoping they won’t want me back anytime soon, they’re a bit ‘nasally.’
Anyway, they kindly let me go so I could update this here blog in honour of a very special person who the comedy world lost recently, the wonderful, funny, gorgeous, genius that was Rik Mayall.
I was told this news by a friend whilst I was on the phone to them and I instantly started to cry like a nun in a brothel. In all seriousness, it was a genuine, horrible shock to know that this wonderful man had left our planet.

I have watched him since being a very small child, as I did with most of my comedy heroes, most of you will know now that I watched and loved comedy from a very young age (if not, why don’t you? It’s only a few entries back, don’t be bloody lazy and have a look) and Rik and his partner in crime, Ade Edmondson were one of the favourites during my childhood, I loved them both but Rik was always a favourite of mine, his cheeky smile, devilish humour and amazing comic performances always awe struck me, I just thought he was Mr. Wonderful…and that’s because, dear reader, he was.
He was just a joy to watch, everything about him seemed to draw you in and he seemed to have this spark or sparkle around him that was just a joy to eyes.

(Apologies in advance for the following crudeness but I’m sure Rik would approve and agree) If you a were a male comedy fan, you probably wanted to be him, if you were a female comedy fan, you probably wanted to be on him…which was natural, as he had such a natural charm and inspired so many people. I know he has always inspired me greatly and I loved him, not in a creepy, celebrity obsessed stalker way, but in the way I loved most comedians when I was a kid, I loved him because he made me laugh, he made my dark days brighter and he inspired me to do what I’m doing today (not lazing around, all the acting and comedy writing and stuff I do….I do, do it….honest)
From the attention and comments I’ve seen spattered about in the press and social media, it seems that I was truly not alone in my love for this great comedy devil, he was truly loved…and loved for who he was, he wasn’t fake or full of airs and graces, he always just seemed to be himself and everyone clearly adored him, whether it be his family and friends or his fans, he was truly admired.
(and I personally thought he was bloody gorgeous! Woof!)

It’s still very weird to think he’s gone, I know only a few weeks have passed since his death but I know in a good few years down the line, it’ll STILL feel weird to think he isn’t around anymore. He was so full of life and talent and he just didn’t seem the type to die. Death comes to us all, but there’s some people who you believe will outlive the planet itself and Rik was one of those people.
He’s a huge, huge loss to the comedy world and I’m sure it won’t stop mourning him for a very long time yet, as with his family, friends, fans, and anyone else his talent and ‘spark’ reached.
His death has brought a lot of people together and I’m sure he’ll continue to inspire people for many, many years to come and I’m sure wherever he is now (hopefully there’s a heaven for really great comedy geniuses’ and that way I can hang around outside it when I die and stalk them all…mwuahahahaha), he’s causing equal mayhem there as he did down here and I’m sure he’s already being adored there too.

I’m extremely sad that I will now never get the chance to meet him and tell him how he inspired me, I’m sure he heard it from enough people, but I would have sincerely loved to have had a chat with him one day…and maybe, in the heights of delusion, maybe even work with him one day.

And now I will get out of here before the Derek Flower Folk come back for me….
So here’s to you, dear, beautiful foul mouthed Rik, you will never be forgotten and your mad talent and gorgeous, sexy, smile  (Woof! ) will live on in many people’s (flash) hearts (see what I did there?), so for this, in a way you have indeed suited your style and become immortal….you crafty bastard! ;)

Goodbye Rik, thanks for the laughs. We f**king love you.

‘All the grown-ups will say, "But why are the kids crying?" And the kids will say, "Haven't you heard? Rik is dead! The People's Poet is dead!"

In tribute to Rik Mayall – (1958 – 2014)