With a tip of the hat to David Duff — nay, for this one a low, sweeping bow, with a scrape and a fawning obeisance — I introduce you to Private Frazer, whose acquaintance I had not made myself until just the other day.
Here. High point: the auld empty barn.
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Malcolm, I return the undeserved bow and I am delighted that I managed to introduce you to Pte. Frazer of “Dad’s Army”, arguably one of the very greatest British comedy series in the last 40 years. Alas, I doubt it would translate ‘over there’ for wide popular appeal because it is so peculiarly British in time and memory. More than that, of course, it is in a direct line of comedy based on character not just jokes that goes back to Dogberry and his hopeless watchmen from ‘Much Ado’. It is, of course, riven with typical English class consciousness with the bumptious, pompous and very middle class Captain of the platoon (the local bank manager) all too uneasily aware of his obviously rather upper-crust, privately-educated sergeant who is his chief cashier at the local bank. Cpl. Jones is the local butcher who once saw active service fighting the “fuzzie-wuzzies” in pre-WWI days. Pte. Frazer the gloomy Scotsman forever intoning his dirge-like phrase “we’re all doomed”. And to think that for a short while these and many more just like them were all that stood between us and the Werhmacht!
If you can get a copy of an American version of the DVD it’s worth trying because, as I say, it is brilliant comedy based on character.