I have decided to start a "Be nice to a harmless fruitcake day". Crazy, eccentric and mad people provide the icing on the cake of life. And the fruit. Often they are unaware of how nutty they are, but that doesn't matter. What does matter is that they are just as needy, if not more, of understanding and kindness.
In order to get things going, I shall cite a few well-known harmless fruitcakes (Gordon Brown is most certainly not harmless) and invite readers to provide their own nominations. Failure to take part will result in me posting more obscure, egregious tracks from crap musicals.
First up is Criswell. Criswell almost defies description. He was a sort of psychic who never got any prediction right. Correction, he made so many predictions that, statistically, some of them probably were right. Criswell sang, wrote, appeared in films, usually by Ed Wood (Plan Nine From Outer Space.) Here he is, with his trademark kiss curl and stentorian delivery. A real gem.
(the last few seconds are spoiled by the addition of some irrelevant promotion)
Anyway, here is a Stanshall solo effort, from Men Opening Umbrellas ahead. It has more or less disappeared without trace, which is probably for the best, but as John Peel said of him: I could never really think of anything to say when I'd played one of his pieces on the radio, and would end up, rather feebly, with something along the lines of 'I fear that a single one of Viv's thoughts would blow my damn brains out.
We need harmless fruitcakes. Let's make November 1st, Be Kind to a Harmless Fruitcake Day. Tally Ho! Your nominations, please.