I think I must be the only person alive who finds the late Philip Larkin hilarious. Let's move to Hull shall we? We can revel in smelly docks and sweary fish wives while bemoaning chain stores and Welfare State urchins playing on the swings. He was a reprehensible little Englander who redeemed his right wing pornography loving self with a romanticism and underlying humour that had, and has, no peer.
Laurel and Hardy this is not, although John Betjeman is straight off the end of the pier:
About pretension
1 week ago
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You are aware of my abiding love for Mr. Larkin. I wouldn't necessarily describe him as hilarious, but nonetheless, a fab chap.
His letters to Kingsley Amis were absolutely hilarious.
Ah. Nylon nighties.
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