Earlier this afternoon my day was made when, quite unexpectedly I stumbled across a hardback copy of his autobiography... signed by the man himself. Now, I'm not normally the kind of person who is too bothered about celebrity. I'm not one for hanging round back entrances with my autograph book. Nor, under most circumstances, would I consider paying a fairly healthy sum of money for a battered old book. But this isn't most circumstances, so how could I resist. I don't mind saying the man absolutely fascinates me in a way that very few human beings ever could. Even after reading his autobiography, the diaries and letters that were published after his death, watching endless interviews and exploring his body of work he remains an enigma. A hugely talented, riotously funny, poignantly tragic enigma. Yesterday while ironing I was guffawing heartily while listening to Kenneth go completely OTT on Just A Minute. With his braying, manic laugh and shrill voice still resonating in my head today and still making me grin, to finally see his handwriting before my eyes was an unexpectedly moving experience. So this is a space to talk about him and perhaps share some favourite quotes and videos of the man, the myth and the mystery.