Derek Randall - obviously.
But my favourite ‘character’ must be Nottinghamshire’s Charlie Harris, who was indeed a ‘one off’. When expected to open the batting (usually with Walter Keeton) after a long day in the field, he would offer the broadest of hints that the light was fading. On one occasion, he walked right across the middle of the square, and when he arrived in front of the spectators on the far side of the ground, enquired, “Please can anyone tell me the way to the wicket?” On another, he emerged from the pavilion with Keeton, but whilst his partner continued on his way to the middle, Harris rattled his bat along the pavilion railings, calling plaintively, “Walter, where are you Walter?”
An enigmatic batsman, he would play defensively with a straight bat for over after over, and then, as if a demon were unleashed, strike cross-bat boundaries for four or five successive balls.
An occasional off-spin bowler, he once handed his false teeth, wrapped in a handkerchief, to a close to the wicket fielder who had just dropped a catch off his bowling, saying, “Hold these - they’ll catch it as well as you can!”
The young autograph hunters loved him. On receiving the request to, “Do me a big one, Charlie!” He would take up to five minutes signing his name with all the loops and flourishes that calligraphy could muster.
A true original…