By Heathcote Williams, and Ray Galton and Alan Simpson
Season July 2021
Hancock’s last Half Hour; Barricaded in his Sydney Hotel bedroom with plentiful stocks of Vodka, the lad from east Cheam casts a bleary eye over his wrecked career and marriages before swallowing the last handful of pills. As he swallows his last handful of pills he writes “Mum, I’m sorry to cause you any more grief than you had already. The soul is indestructible. This is quite rational, there is nothing left to do…do you know I feel strangely cleansed, I’m bursting out all over. Looking up there’s not a clown in the sky. His ashes were brought back to England by satirist Willie Rushton, and were buried in St. Dunstan’s Church in Cranford, London
His last BBC series in 1961 contains some of his best remembered work (including “The Blood Donor” and “The Radio Ham”) The Blood Donor, often said to be his best; I am sure there are many among you who are donors, so the little subtleties in this piece will have you laughing.
Doctor: I’ve just taken a sample to test
Tony: A sample? How much do you want then?
Doctor: A pint of course!
Tony: A pint! Have you gone raving Mad? Oh well of course…I mean, you must be joking!
Doctor: A pint is a perfectly normal quantity to take
Tony: You don’t seriously expect me to believe that. I mean I came here in all good faith to help my country. I don’t mind giving a reasonable amount, but a pint…why that’s very nearly an armful. I’m sorry. I’m not walking around with an empty arm for anybody…no, I’m sorry, I’ve been misinformed, I’ve made a mistake…I’ll do something else, I’ll be a traffic warden.