mayallintuition nippip1 handsomedevilclub フォローFive mantras to carry with you through your lives, these are mine. These are what helped me not only to survive, but to be happy. Yeah? Now remember these:  Number one: All men are equal therefore no one can ever be your genuine superior.   Number two: it is your future, yours to create, your future is as bright as you make it. Number three: Change is a constant of life. So you must never ever lose your wisdom. Your wisdom that you nurtured and enriched. Number four: if you want to live a full and complete human life, you have to be free, freedom is paramount. Number five: Love is the answer.  Make sure you’ve always got those five things, equality, opportunity, wisdom, freedom and love. And you’ll be alright. With that and a bit of good luck, so good luck. You go out there and have yourselves a fucking good life.#watching him give this speech always makes me feel emotional#rip rikkie#rik mayall

mayallintuition nippip1 fjd87 フォローwww.instagram.comIt’s been 2 years since the people poet died, and words can not describe how this man affected the way I look at comedy!! He created so many inside jokes between me, my sister and dad and we will never forget them!! RIP Rik Mayall ✌🏻️❤️ #rikmayall#rip rikkie#rik mayall

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mayallintuition nippip1 pamrosen フォローA F***ing Good Life: Remembering Rik MayallRemembering Rik Mayall – An American perspective I fell in love with a man on the day he died. They say you learn a lot about a person by reading an obituary, but I was never one of those maudlin obit collectors. But I saw the name Rik Mayall cross my screen early on the morning of June 9, and I felt a rush in my ears. My Facebook post about it only garnered one comment. There were only a few of my friends who even knew, or cared, who Rik Mayall was. And that broke my heart. I learned about Rik Mayall when I was 22-year-old college student in 1985—the first time his landmark comedy series “The Young Ones,” which he created, wrote, and starred, splashed across MTV. We knew at the time that we were living in a unique time in history; we were very aware that the ‘80s were going to be written about and satirized and romanticized later, and for me, Rik Mayall represented a comic version of everything I loved—and hated—about the 1980s.He played quasi-anarchists, wannabes with questionable morals and even more questionable personal habits. His penchant for “cartoon violence” and his sweat-covered, violent, profanity- and potty-humor-laced performances with satiric arrows pointed at the Establishment made him a our generation’s Groucho Marx, The Monkees, and the Sex Pistols all rolled into one ball of energy. My roommates and I named our cat Rik.Not much of his work other than “The Young Ones” ever made it across the ocean to America. Rik’s humor was too lowbrow and regional for PBS, and too violent and profane for BBC and later BBC America. So he remained, aside from a few mainstream guest appearances, a British phenomenon.There was a movie in 1991 called “Drop Dead Fred” that I rushed to go see with my bewildered husband. The script had problems, but Rik ate through the title role so voraciously that he left his American cast members in the dust; then had the nerve to end on a poignant, tender note. I remember feeling sorry for Rik when the movie failed; I remember how uncomfortable David Letterman was interviewing him.And then, to me, in pre-Internet America, Rik Mayall disappeared. I had no way of knowing that his career was blossoming on British TV, and that I was missing his best work, and no way of knowing that he was at the height of his fame and the peak of his career. He went on to create a plethora of characters for different TV series. One day in the spring of 1998, when I was feeling nostalgic, I typed his name into the Google search bar. I was shocked to learn that this name that hadn’t been on my lips for a decade was all over the British news. He was on his deathbed. Crushed by a quad bike on his own front lawn. In a coma. Not expected to survive. I closed the browser, feeling a little ill. My coming-of-age icon was comatose. Well, if that didn’t sum up how I felt in the late ‘90s, I don’t know what could. Even unconscious, he was still symbolizing the time. A couple of years later, I typed his name into the search bar again. And there he was. Survived the accident, against all odds. Back at work. Doing a play. Making a movie. He’d lived.  Good for him, I thought, and there he stayed, frozen in my memory, frozen in time.   Until June 9, 2014 at 7:30 in the morning, Pacific Time, that’s who Rik Mayall was to me. On that day, I read his obituary on Facebook. And slowly, as pictures and tributes started to appear in my Twitter feed, this man started to work his way into my heart.He was only four years older than me.  Like many of us former ‘80s young adults, he had long, silver flowing hair, and he looked a little pudgy. The fire was still in his eyes, though, as was the fearlessness that I’d admired when he was young and unnervingly handsome. I hadn’t realized how truly handsome he was before. He was always bulging his eyes and sticking out his teeth—or worse. Intrigued, I read on. Looking again at early interviews, I saw a boy in a man’s body, pulling faces and focus for the camera. He reminded me of the first American interviews with the Beatles—full of energy, silliness, arrogance, and raw talent.  He also definitely “oozed pheromones,” as the man who discovered him, Paul Jackson, remembered. The tributes pouring into Twitter revealed that while he lacked fidelity to women in his youth,  he had it in spades for his friends for his entire life. Almost as sad as Rik’s sudden passing was the lost, graven expression on performing partner and best friend Adrian Edmonson’s face, a deeply personal moment splashed vulgarly across every tabloid in England.Ade had been with him in college as teenagers, had been the violent punk Vyvian to Rik’s pompous Rick in “The Young Ones.” They’d matured the characters into different names, Richie and Eddie, on “Bottom.” Ade had appeared beside him in “Waiting for Godot” on the West End. Ade had held vigil at his hospital beside in 1998.  Ade lamented in a public statement that Rik had died “without me. Selfish bastard,” he added. It was almost as if Ade resented not being able to go over a cliff in a bus and in a blaze of glory with Rik, as he had at the end of “The Young Ones.”Reading on through the years, I learned that time and experience had mellowed and matured Rik. He’d been forgiven his youthful indiscretions and trespasses, and done a little forgiving, too. He worked harder than he ever had as a drama student at university, but still thought of himself as a has-been comedian. The rest of the world had elevated him to the status of living legend.Though the 1998 accident did not define who he was, it did change him. Because of his head injury, he was prone to grand mal epileptic seizures that terrified him. When he worked, he could still elevate mediocre scripts to the level of genius. It was fascinating, to see him work with a script in hand, and to see him handle it with grace (and flurries of obscenities) when his damaged brain would not permit him to nail a scene in one take, as he used to. His prolific career continued, in spite of everything. He was 56 and looked 70, but he’d just finished the first series of a television comedy on BBC4 called “Man Down,” in which he played a demented, meddlesome dad to a straight-laced adult son. In those clips, it’s clear he was a man basking in the sheer joy of doing what he was born to do.In the end, it was a heart attack, possibly brought about by an epileptic seizure that brought him down. This time, his body betrayed him, and no rush of roared expletives could save him. Like Woody Allen’s character in “Death Knocks,” who defeated the Grim Reaper by beating him at cards, then called him a schmuck, Rik cheated Death for sixteen years. Every mad leap and frying pan attack Rik performed after that was aimed straight at that reaper.Still, Rik always preached the importance of going out at the top, and leaving the audience wanting more. And that’s just how he died. He often killed off his characters at the height of their popularity. So living into old age…well, I guess that was out of the question, too.By the time I finished reading obituaries and tributes, I loved him for his commitment to his craft, to his family, his friends, his generosity to his fans, and most of all, for his ferocious love of life. I miss him now more than ever.  He defined an era for me.  He told the graduates at Exeter University in 2008, to “get out there and have yourselves a f***ing good life.” It was very wonderful advice from a man who really had one.#rip rikkie#rik mayall

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mayallintuition picklesthewisefalafel picklesthewisefalafel Long Answer to Anon Ask: My Favorite Rik Mayall rolesSo I got this ask about half a week ago, and realized that I (no surprise) have a lot I want to say in a free-flowing fan braindumping format with nothing I want to edit out.  Plus I think there’s a substantial community of other Rik fans who might be interested in what I have to say. Might, since I am a hard person to make shut up about this once you get me going.So I’m making a rather long textpost of just…thoughts, of favorite characters and acting moments coming to mind as they come to me. I’ll include a cut so this doesn’t clog up anyone’s dash. I’m coinciding this with Rik’s birthday. Also there’s another similar ask about Ade Edmondson I got that I’ll be answering in this same style tomorrow (posting the link HERE when I do). So, if you like this, let’s get started!GIF: rrrickKeep reading#rip rikkie