There's a story that goes around about George Formby.
Back in the day, himself and his wife found themselves in South Africa. It was 1946, and George and Beryl (former champion clogdancer) were on tour. At the end of the night, Beryl accepted a box of chocolates from a small child, bending down to kiss the girl on the cheek. The child was black; the audience was shocked and appalled. D. F. Malan and the National Party - who only two years later were to introduce apartheid - heard about it, and were not impressed.
Malan rang George and Beryl, or so the story goes. Malan was shaking with rage. They were not, they were told, to perform before black or mixed audiences. They were to perform to whites only. Beryl got on the phone - 'Why don't you piss off, you horrible little man?', she declared, and hung up.
George and Beryl cancelled their planned tour. They performed instead a free 20-show circuit, to black shanty-towns and halls only.
He was George Harrison's favourite musician. He was given his first banjolele by Peter Sellers' mum and dad. He played to soldiers in World War II (but not if the officers got better seats), and bopped Hitler in the jaw (at least on film). Later, they remembered George's punch as the single greatest morale boost to wartime Britain. He was a film star, a Lancashire cheeky chappy, and a fan of Blackpool Rock (ooer!). He was banned by the BBC, adored by the Royal Family.
He was George Formby, and there still isn't anyone who can come near him on the uke. Go on, George! Turned out nice again, hasn't it?
george f*cking formby! yeah!