The Red Hand Gang
Were he not cock-punched by the cruel fist of death, Peter Sellers would be hilariously turning 84 today. Yet, as it is, a dodgy heart did him in during the glorious summer of 1980, meaning that he missed everything that was wonderful about the 80s – the hair, the politics, the wonderful food. Hence we decided to get him a gift, so we hit a great little wine bar to drink Cinzano, eat prawn cocktails, and discuss ideas. It wasn’t long before it boiled down to a toss up between a Sodastream, or an episode of The Red Hand Gang. In the end we got him both. Happy Birthday Peter Sellers!