Clocks go back tonight so spend the extra hour listening to two episodes of Hancock's Half Hour! I will listen Sid's Mystery Tours and Hancock's War- which are your two?

Tony:  Why didn't you confide in me? Sid: No, it would have been too embarrassing, you'd only laugh. Tony: I wouldn't laugh, what sort of person do you think I am....... #FridayNightWasHancockNight

Tony: Oh, the smell of this place... it drives me crackers.  Isn’t it marvellous?  Sensual.  Better than all your posh scent.  If only I could find a bird who smells like this, I’d marry her like a shot! #FredsPieStall

Bill: Can I read my poem now? Tony: I somehow don't think the sort of poems you write will be suitable for this gathering. We are not interested in young ladies from various parts of the country! #ThePoetrySociety

Tony: I hate Sunday's. It’s not like this on the continent, it’s their big day over there. All the cafes open, football matches, race meetings, everybody’s gay. Not over here though. Everything’s shut up. Sid: I wish you would!

Tony: You great oaf! I thought I told you to cancel the milk Sid: Oh, shut up moaning. Open the door Tony: 400 bottles of milk, look at it all! What am I going to do with 400 bottles of milk? Sid: Take it in and have a bath! #TheEconomyDrive

Liz: Espresso or cappuccino? Tony: I'll have a white one with no froth Liz: No froth? Tony: I don't like froth! Liz: That's half the attraction, you must have froth! Tony: I don't want any froth! I want a cup of coffee, I dont want to wash my clothes in it! #TheRebel

Bill: We thought you might be hungry, so we brought you something to eat Tony: Oh, that's really nice of you. That really is Bill: Here you are, a packet of crisps and a pint of winkles! #HancockInHospital

Miss Pugh: You can have bread and dripping Tony: Thank you very much indeed. The perfect Sunday dinner, roast bread and dripping. Most appetising, the height of luxury. Draw the curtains, I don't want the neighbours to see a man of my cal-i-bre eating bread and dripping!

Saturday night, time for some classic Hancock! Does Magna Carta mean nothing to you?

Tony: Don't think we're unaware of the real reason for this unwarranted outburst. It's class distinction isn't it? You don't think we should be in here do you, first class, people like us? You think we should be travelling up the front with the coal! #TheTrainJourney

Remembering Ray Galton OBE who passed away #OTD 5 October 2018. With Alan Simpson, he wrote 160 half hours for Hancock, as well as his brilliant film, The Rebel. Ray's favourite Hancock Show was The Bowmans, let's enjoy a clip in his memory.

Tony: I'm just going to shout my last defiant message to the world. You're doomed, all of you! Return to nature before it's too late! Kenneth: Go to bed you old drunk! Tony: I am not drunk sir, I have seen the light! Kenneth: You'll see my fist if you don't shut up!

Sid: I’ve never known anyone so finicky over their car as you are.  I haven’t cleaned my car for three years Tony: That’s only so that any witnesses won’t be able to tell what colour it is. It’s a disgrace your car is. You have to feel along the door to find where the handle is!

Tony: I feel a right Charlie sitting here sometimes.  Every other bed in the ward piled high with visitors. And I have to sit up with my headphones on, smiling as if I don’t care. I’ve heard them. "Nobody visiting him again today, poor man, take a biscuit over to him!"

Tony: I wonder where it came from? Where’s the postmark? Bill:  Durham Tony:  Durham.  I didn’t go very well up there, I remember, they hated the sight of me. Sid:  Why pick on Durham?  They all hated the sight of you! #TheThreateningLetters

Tony: Oh yes, they'll be going to see his sister in Acton. They always go that way. If they were going the other way, it'd be her mother in Tooting. Oh, they've gone. Oh well, that's about all the excitement we could expect today. #SundayAfternoonAtHome

Tony: A roomful of unpublished Byron, the artistic find of the century! I can feel his presence. Yes, genius has been at work here... "I wish I were a chestnut tree, and nourished by the sun, With twigs and leaves and branches, And conkers by the ton!" #LordByronLivedHere

You're never alone with a pilchard! #TheBowmans