PETER Cook would have been 75 years old today, had he lived to make old bones.
But there's no blue plaque in the street where the man described as the funniest who ever drew breath was born.
There's no statue on the sea front, nor even a bronze bust at the entrance to Plainmoor, where his beloved Torquay United play tomorrow afternoon.
And that's a scandal.
Cook could be erratic and unpredictable, and some of the stuff he did was terrible.
But at his best he was the finest comic talent of his generation, and Torquay should find a way of remembering him.
He was born at a house in Middle Warberry Road on November 17, 1937, and became one of the leading figures in British comedy while a student at Cambridge in the late 1950s.
Cook was a long-time financial backer of Private Eye magazine, and supported the organ through many of its legal wrangles.
It was during one of those that he revealed his love of Torquay United to the world.
In May 1989, as the Gulls and 20,000 fans were preparing to leave for Wembley for the Sherpa Van Trophy Final against Bolton, Cook faced the TV cameras outside the offices of the Eye in London.
The magazine's latest legal battle was threatening to drag it under once and for all, and the world's press gathered, anxious for news.
"Is it the end for Private Eye?'' he was asked.
Cook, resplendent in yellow-and-blue scarf and rosette, shrugged and replied: "Really, I'm much more worried about how we're going to beat Bolton on Sunday.''
Most of the gathered media hadn't got a clue what he was talking about.
Later the same year he married for the third time, to Malaysian-born property developer Chiew Lin Chong at Oldway Mansion.
He made his last TV appearance on the show Pebble Mill in November 1994 and died on January 9, 1995, aged 57.
In 1999 the minor planet 20468 Petercook, in the main asteroid belt, was named after him.
He is remembered in outer space, but not in his home town, a fact he would probably have found highly amusing.