Today, it’s a year since Ken Dodd died. So I thought I would share my post about when I met him again.
by Karen J Mossman
Today, we lost wacky comedian Ken Dodd and I thought I would share a personal memory of him.
In late seventies, early eighties, Ken Dodd came to the Police Club at Hough End in Manchester.
He did his act, which had everyone in stitches. His jokes were always clean and so funny. At the time I didn’t think anything of it, but as time has gone on realises how unusual that was. Too many comedians need crudeness to make themselves more amusing.
As with many comedians, you don’t get up during their act to visit the ladies – as I quickly discovered. I tried to sneak out unnoticed and he made some comment. On my returned everyone applauded. Later when he asked someone to come up on stage, he chose me. I didn’t want to but was cajoled.
He was an odd looking man, especially with…
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