Having obtained a copy of the little-seen 1984 film Bloodbath At The House Of Death, the cinema debut (and simultaneous swansong) of Kenny Everett, I have to report that it does little to enhance the reputation of the late disc jockey.
Not that it needs a great deal of enhancement. While John Peel is revered by music fans, Kenny Everett remains the dead DJ of choice for radio geeks. Thirteen years after his death, it is astonishing how often his name crops up on radio message boards - the most recent mention asking how Everett might fare if he were starting out today. Not very well, was the unsurprising verdict.
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