I knew him (a bit) for over 40 years. It was always amusing to see a Rolls Royce driving around with just a pair of hands visible on the wheel and a glimpse of the crown of his head. Seriously, he was a top bloke and had a real sense of civic duty and noblesse oblige. If you asked him for something realistic (a bit of undemanding figure-head patronage, school prize day or opening a community hall, you know the sort of thing) he would usually try to help - year in, year out. Not every star of stage and screen is quite such a nice chap. (I once had a run-in with Cyril Fletcher which was of quite another character.) Ronnie Corbett, David MacKay, Frank Kelly - all the good guys are dropping like flies. (If the Reaper is coming after the songwriters now - Wood, Prince - then McCartney and Dylan had better get a shift on with their oldies gig.)
A funny story: the road we lived in was something of a rat-run for unwanted truck traffic, and the Council proposed to install a width-restrictor about a hundred yards from Chateau Corbett. He objected, strongly. So the bastards placed it between the 'in' and the 'out' of his sweeping in-and-out drive - with the result that trucks would take a detour through his property to avoid the barrier! He had to fence off one of his entrances to stop them. Sounds like a Ronnie Barker joke.
Yes, everyone got on well with Ronnie - not least, the local vicar: great golfing buddies, and he even 'changed his mind' on baptising babies born out of wedlock when Ronnie asked him to baptise one of his grandchildren ... Will be missed, as they say.
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*The other is Angelina Jolie (sic), to whom I am related by marriage. Strange but true. Mrs D likes to claim that connection as one to Brad Pitt as well.