The irony? Harry Enfield later admitted he regretted leaving. In interviews, he’s said he watches reruns and thinks, "I could have done that." But he also laughs, acknowledging that the show became its own thing. And honestly? That’s as British as a cup of tea and a minor sigh. He’s like the ex-girlfriend who dumped you, saw you get married, and then says, "I was always happy for you—really." We don’t hold a grudge, Harry. We’re just glad you gave us Tony.
So, next time you’re on the sofa, rewatching an episode where Gary and Tony hypnotise each other to steal a pizza, raise your can of cheap lager. Thanks to a "creative difference," we got the perfect double act, and Harry Enfield got to wear a giant fake nose on his own show. Everyone won, really. Even if I still miss Kevin’s perplexed face for about 0.3 seconds before Tony’s daft grin takes over.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find that episode where they try to clean the flat with a vacuum cleaner made of regret. Cheers.
