Barry Cryer celebrates the centenary of his friend – a sadistic, fiendish, brilliant one-off
The first time I met Tommy was when I wrote for one of his Thames Television shows in the early 1970s. We were rehearsing in a church hall in Hammersmith. One afternoon, we nipped out for a drink in the Britannia pub nearby. If there were just the two of you, he’d buy you a drink. But he never bought a round. He’d say, ‘I’m not buying drinks for strangers.’ ...
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