Did he live in Mere? I never knew that - just up the road, bedad.
I remember watching his HUGE funeral on the BBC News, largely because my little brother nearly choked on a boiled sweet at the same time. Him being held upside down [me brother, not the late George] while my father thumped his back and me hiding behind the settee with my fingers in my ears because I thought he was going to die... it fixes things like that in your memory. Like beating children at every stopping point so they'd remember the 'bounds' of the parish, and oh yes, they did - my great great grandfather was regularly wallopped.
If I had a quid for every time someone says "Turned out nice, hasn't it?" I'd be off on some beach under a hotter sun than we've seen in the middle of Wales all bloody year.
Oh, hell - they'll be asking what a quid is next...
George Formby used to make me laugh out loud on a wet Sunday afternoon.

Yes, we Brits still remember George Formby.