Spike Milligan
Spike Milligan
Terence Alan "Spike" Milligan KBEwas a comedian, writer and actor. The son of an Irish father and an English mother, his early life was spent in India where he was born. The majority of his working life was spent in the United Kingdom. He disliked his first name and began to call himself "Spike" after hearing a band on Radio Luxembourg called Spike Jones and his City Slickers...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionComedian
Date of Birth16 April 1918
CityAhmednagar, India
CountryIreland
Just when I had made my today secure with safe yesterdays I see tomorrow coming with it's pale glass star called hope It shatters on impact And falls like splinters on cruel rain And I see the red oil of life running from my wrists onto tomorrows hea
I thought I'd begin by reading a sonnet by Shakespeare, but then I thought, why should I? He never reads any of mine.
My manager, Norma, was trying to get me to write it for at least 10 years and being the reclusive person I am, I wanted people to judge me for what they saw on the television, on the films or on the stage. And what I did apart from that was my own affair. So to write my autobiography was, to me, an anathema.
It was a perfect marriage. She didn't want to and he couldn't.
His vibrato sounded like he was driving a tractor over a ploughed field with weights tied to his scrotum.
I'm a hero with coward's legs. I'm a hero from the waist up.
A man once asked to shake hands with me, the "greatest Englishman who ever lived." I replied, "F**k off, I'm Irish.
I'm a hero wid coward's legs, I'm a hero from the waist up.
Only on the third class tourist class passengers' deck was it a sultry overcast morning, but then if you do things on the cheap you must expect these things.
Contraceptives should be used on every conceivable occasion.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, get it out with Optrex.
I cannot stand being awake, the pain is too much.
Aristocrats have heirs, the poor have children, and the rest keep dogs.
If a robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage, How feels heaven when Dies the billionth battery hen?