Rereading these scripts after reading (one of) Milligan's biographies, I had a much better appreciation for the effects, the explosions, the nonsense words ("Rubbish") and the entertaining madness. Spike Milligan's genius was his madness. Ignoring everything I learned about the man, I really appreciated the work he put into scenes, lines, phrases and words. He played off every little detail, every little nuance, every little word. Sometimes groaningly obvious, sometimes hopelessly corny, but most often fastswitchingly tangential, they produce laughs even while just reading. Listening to it all is a privilege. When I compare to the comedy we have today, there is simply no comparison. This was art: hard won, hard work art. Or as pretty much every character gets to say at some point or other: "It must be hell in there."