A couple thousand years ago a man suggested that it might be a nice idea if we tried being pleasant to one another. He was duly executed in brutal fashion. This isn’t a post about him (a Mr Arthur Fledermaus, in case you were wondering). Instead, in honour of the recently departed Richard Griffiths, picture a dialogue with Mr Griffiths telling you about the ghastly cash bar in Heaven and why as a result he’s decided to come back as a ghost and haunt public changing rooms.
I think it’s what he would’ve wanted.
Then raise a glass of your local poison and toast him with a quote of your choice. I’d recommend this gem from Uncle Monty “I mean to have you, boy, even if it must be burglary.”
Richard Griffiths you will be missed.