It seems Frank Kelly, who played Father Jack, has died. One of the all time great sitcom characters, his touching portrayal of the late Elvis will live long in the memory . RIP
No, Dougal, let him make his own way home
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Blimey, on the very same date that Ted himself died.
The odds against it must be in the hundreds.
I shall likely be opening a regular can of worms now, but I should hazard a guess at 364-1. Oh feck, it’s a leap year.
Feck, and indeed, arse! drink! and girls! He was brilliant as Father Jack. I bet he had a ball playing it
My favourite ever sitcom. Just been watching Speed 3 again. Still makes me laugh.
“I love my brick!” is a line I often quote
Gah didn’t finish!
Another one gone. I notice Yoko has been in hospital too…
When Frank Kelly first burst into Irish cultural consciousness, it was through the daringly satirical Hall’s Pictorial Weekly in the 70s.
He leaves behind a fine body of work and Father Hackett is deathless.
Happy trails.
“Floor, books, gobshite!”
Are those MY feet?
Perhaps he has gone to an afterlife now, but (altogether!) ‘That would be an ecumenical matter.’
Favorite Father Jack moment… “NUNS! REVERSE! REVERSE!”
A sad one. Nicely titled OP though.
A skilled, classically-trained actor, in a room full of clueless stand-up comedians gracefully saying the same four lines over and over again. What a guy.
“I’m a trained actor reduced to the status of a bum!”
The value of a classically trained actor is in enunciation and timing.
Consider the fine difference in meaning between “Arse! Feck! Girls!” and “Arsefeck girls”.
Hall’s Pictorial Weekly really was The Today Show and Brass Eye rolled into one for 70s Ireland. Alas YouTube is flush with “Irish Pictorial Weekly”, the exceedingly feeble present-day show…
Feck off tea
it’s completely out of season, but ’round these here parts, it ain’t Christmas until you’ve heard this
Haven’t heard that in 30 years. All coming back to me know. Slurry-head. Never bettered.
My wife is called Nuala!
My mother is in a home for the bewildered
Jaysus, it’s Gubnait central here, innit…
And yes, if that’s not an AW t-shirt, I dunno what is…
With unfortunately wonderful timing, the Sun on Sunday have rumbled a gak-snorting priest partying in a room full of Nazi stuff.
“A source said that a group ended up back with Fr Crossan after a party and found Nazi memorabilia including flags, hats and an eagle with a swastika on a plinth on his mantelpiece.
In his defence, Fr Crossan told the paper that he was no Nazi and that he collected historical items from every country”
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-northern-ireland-35688401
“I’m not a fascist, I’m a priest. Fascists dress in black and go around telling people what to do, whereas…priests… “