Legendery popular comedian Ken Dodd Dies

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A pile of flowers and feather dusters – or “tickling sticks” – has begun to grow outside the 18th-century house in Knotty Ash, Liverpool, where the comedian Ken Dodd was born and died.

Allan Grice, a 71-year-old former senior fire officer, made the three-hour journey from Wakefield in West Yorkshire to Dodd’s home to hand-deliver a card of condolence, after hearing of the comedian’s death on the radio early on Monday.

“I felt this compulsion to come along because sometimes, if you don’t do things, you wish you had,” he said. He caught a train to Leeds at 6.31am, took the TransPennine Express to Liverpool Lime Street station, then caught a bus to Knotty Ash.

Ten of Ken Dodd's best jokes

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My agent died at 90. I always think he was 100 and kept 10% for himself.

I do all the exercises every morning in front of the television – up, down, up, down, up, down. Then the other eyelid.

How many men does it take to change a toilet roll? Nobody knows. It’s never been tried.

What a beautiful day for dashing down to Trafalgar Square and chucking a bucket of whitewash over the pigeons and saying ‘There you are, how do you like it?’

I have kleptomania. But when it gets bad, I take something for it.

What a beautiful day for Dame Nellie Melba to drop a choc-ice down her tights and say ‘How’s that for a knickerbocker glory?’

You’ve got to be a comedian to live there. I call it Mirthy-side.

What a lovely day for knocking on a TV policeman’s door and saying: ‘Hello Mrs Savalas. Have you got a licence for your Telly?’

Did any of us, in our wildest dreams, think we’d live long enough to see the end of the DFS sale?

My dad knew I was going to be a comedian. When I was a baby, he said, ‘Is this a joke?’

“Many people are going to say the same, but I think it’s surely true that he broke the mould,” Grice said of Dodd. “Truly, the happiness that he brought to people was absolutely amazing. It’s a sad day and I think a lot of fans are collectively crying for him, if that doesn’t sound too schmaltzy.”

Dodd’s humour was special because he never lost the “common touch”, he added. “These are his roots. This was where he was born … He never changed his accent and he ended his life where he began it.”

Giving a statement to a crowd of reporters waiting in the rain, Dodd’s partner of four decades, Anne Jones – whom he married on Friday – said she first met the comedian when she was in the Ken Dodd Christmas show at Manchester Opera House in 1961.

“I have had the supreme joy and privilege of working and living with him as his partner for the past 40 years,” she said. “The world has lost a most life-enhancing, brilliant, creative comedian, with an operatically trained voice, who just wanted to make people happy.