Two decades ago I met Ray Galton and Alan Simpson for a pint, listening in wonder as the legendary scriptwriting duo reminisced about Hancock, Steptoe and London living. Grab a beer and come join us.
This pair were writing geniuses. I recall the Hancock where he was being persecuted and put down by some strange unknown letter writer that turned out to be Hancock. Steptoe was almost too good, Shakespearean stuff. Sorry, I gush.
This pair were writing geniuses. I recall the Hancock where he was being persecuted and put down by some strange unknown letter writer that turned out to be Hancock. Steptoe was almost too good, Shakespearean stuff. Sorry, I gush.