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# She's my lady love | 0:00:10 | 0:00:13 | |
# She is my dove My baby love | 0:00:13 | 0:00:17 | |
# She's no girl for sitting down to dream | 0:00:17 | 0:00:22 | |
# She's the only queen Laguna knows | 0:00:22 | 0:00:26 | |
# I know she likes me | 0:00:26 | 0:00:30 | |
# I know she likes me Because she says so | 0:00:30 | 0:00:34 | |
# She is the Lily of Laguna | 0:00:34 | 0:00:38 | |
# She is my Lily and my Rose. # | 0:00:38 | 0:00:47 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:00:47 | 0:00:49 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:00:54 | 0:00:56 | |
Once again, good evening, ladies and gentlemen! | 0:01:04 | 0:01:12 | |
ALL: Good evening! | 0:01:12 | 0:01:14 | |
Oh, that's lovely. | 0:01:14 | 0:01:15 | |
Anticipatorily... | 0:01:15 | 0:01:17 | |
ALL: Oooh! | 0:01:17 | 0:01:18 | |
..establishing cosmopolitanism... | 0:01:18 | 0:01:23 | |
Iconic Iberian extravaganza... | 0:01:23 | 0:01:28 | |
Songs about Spain, | 0:01:29 | 0:01:32 | |
rousingly rendered by Mr Clifton Todd | 0:01:32 | 0:01:37 | |
plus the Players Theatre! | 0:01:37 | 0:01:40 | |
# List'n to me while I tell you | 0:01:45 | 0:01:48 | |
# Of the Spaniard that blighted my life | 0:01:48 | 0:01:50 | |
# La-la-la la-la la-la La-la-la la | 0:01:50 | 0:01:53 | |
# List'n to me while I tell you | 0:01:53 | 0:01:55 | |
# Of the man who pinched my future wife | 0:01:55 | 0:01:58 | |
# La-la-la la | 0:01:58 | 0:01:59 | |
# 'Twas at the bullfight that we met him | 0:01:59 | 0:02:01 | |
# We'd been watching his daring display | 0:02:01 | 0:02:04 | |
# And while we nipped out for some nuts and a programme | 0:02:04 | 0:02:07 | |
# The dirty dog stole her away | 0:02:07 | 0:02:10 | |
-# Oh, yes! -Oh, yes! -Oh, yes! -Oh, yes! | 0:02:10 | 0:02:13 | |
# But tonight we will have our revenge | 0:02:13 | 0:02:17 | |
# When | 0:02:17 | 0:02:20 | |
# We catch Alphonso Spagoni the Toreador | 0:02:20 | 0:02:23 | |
# La-la-la la-la la-la La-la-la la | 0:02:23 | 0:02:26 | |
# With one mighty swipe we will dislocate his bally jaw | 0:02:26 | 0:02:29 | |
# La-la-la la-la la-la La-la-la | 0:02:29 | 0:02:32 | |
# We will find this bullfighter, we will | 0:02:32 | 0:02:34 | |
# And when we catch the bounder The blighter we'll kill | 0:02:34 | 0:02:37 | |
-# He shall die! -He shall die! -He shall die! -He shall die! | 0:02:37 | 0:02:40 | |
# He shall die tiddly-i-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti! | 0:02:40 | 0:02:43 | |
-# He shall die! -He shall die! -He shall die! -He shall die! | 0:02:43 | 0:02:46 | |
# Oh, we'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion | 0:02:46 | 0:02:49 | |
# If we catch him bending tonight Ole! # | 0:02:49 | 0:02:53 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:02:53 | 0:02:55 | |
# Tiddley-om pom! Tiddley-om pom! Tidley-om-pom-pom-pom-pay | 0:02:57 | 0:03:01 | |
# Oh, the folks they do go on so In the land of King Alfonso | 0:03:01 | 0:03:05 | |
# They're somewhat Of a rum lot | 0:03:05 | 0:03:07 | |
# Well, the best thing I can say | 0:03:07 | 0:03:09 | |
# Is pom-tiddley-om-pom-pom-pom-pom Tidley-om-pom-pom-pom-pay... # | 0:03:09 | 0:03:13 | |
# Let us ride, ride, ride to my castle in Spain | 0:03:15 | 0:03:20 | |
# Ride, ride, ride to my castle in Spain | 0:03:20 | 0:03:23 | |
# By my side, side, side You will always remain | 0:03:23 | 0:03:27 | |
# In my castle in sunny, sunny Spain Ole! | 0:03:27 | 0:03:31 | |
# In my castle in sunny, sunny Spain... # | 0:03:31 | 0:03:37 | |
# The dawn in the sky greets the day with a sigh | 0:03:38 | 0:03:43 | |
# In Granada | 0:03:43 | 0:03:48 | |
# For she can remember the splendour | 0:03:49 | 0:03:52 | |
# That once was Granada | 0:03:52 | 0:03:58 | |
# It still can be found in the hills all around | 0:03:58 | 0:04:02 | |
# As I wander along | 0:04:02 | 0:04:06 | |
# Entranced by the beauty before me | 0:04:06 | 0:04:10 | |
# Entranced by a land full of sunshine and flowers and song | 0:04:10 | 0:04:18 | |
# And when day is done and the sun starts to set | 0:04:18 | 0:04:23 | |
# In Granada | 0:04:23 | 0:04:26 | |
# La la-la-la la la-la-la la La-la-la la | 0:04:26 | 0:04:29 | |
# I envy the blush of the snow-clad Sierra Nevada | 0:04:29 | 0:04:35 | |
# La la-la-la la La-la-la la la-la-la la | 0:04:35 | 0:04:38 | |
# For soon it will welcome the stars while a thousand guitars | 0:04:38 | 0:04:44 | |
# Play a soft Habanera | 0:04:44 | 0:04:49 | |
# Then moonlit Granada will live again | 0:04:49 | 0:04:56 | |
# The glory of yesterday | 0:04:56 | 0:04:58 | |
# Romantic and gay | 0:04:58 | 0:05:07 | |
# Ole! # | 0:05:07 | 0:05:08 | |
Trans-Atlanticism! | 0:05:20 | 0:05:23 | |
Threnodic! From Threnody. | 0:05:24 | 0:05:28 | |
Salutatory ostentation! | 0:05:28 | 0:05:33 | |
American song and dance! | 0:05:33 | 0:05:35 | |
Welcome back to Mr Peter Gale! | 0:05:35 | 0:05:40 | |
# Down in Georgia there are peaches | 0:05:47 | 0:05:50 | |
# Waitin' for ya, yes, and each is | 0:05:50 | 0:05:53 | |
# Sweet as any peach | 0:05:53 | 0:05:56 | |
# That you could reach for on a tree | 0:05:56 | 0:05:59 | |
# Southern beauties, they are famous | 0:05:59 | 0:06:03 | |
# Georgia's where they grow | 0:06:03 | 0:06:06 | |
# My folks write me | 0:06:06 | 0:06:09 | |
# They invite me | 0:06:09 | 0:06:11 | |
# Don't you want to go? | 0:06:11 | 0:06:16 | |
# Oh, everything is peaches down in Georgia | 0:06:16 | 0:06:23 | |
# What a peach of a clime | 0:06:23 | 0:06:26 | |
# For a peach of a time | 0:06:26 | 0:06:29 | |
# Believe me | 0:06:29 | 0:06:31 | |
# Paradise is waiting down there for ya | 0:06:31 | 0:06:36 | |
# I've got a peach of a pa A peach of a ma | 0:06:36 | 0:06:40 | |
# Oh, what a peach of a couple they are | 0:06:40 | 0:06:43 | |
# Cousins, why, I have dozens | 0:06:43 | 0:06:49 | |
# And if you saw them | 0:06:49 | 0:06:52 | |
# I know you'd adore them | 0:06:52 | 0:06:55 | |
# I bet you'd pick yourself a peach of a wife | 0:06:55 | 0:07:00 | |
# Settle down to a peach of a life | 0:07:00 | 0:07:03 | |
# Everything is peaches down in Georgia | 0:07:03 | 0:07:10 | |
# All of Georgia's full of peaches | 0:07:17 | 0:07:20 | |
# They're all gorgeous Each one reaches | 0:07:20 | 0:07:24 | |
# Right into your heart | 0:07:24 | 0:07:27 | |
# And makes you part of Georgia too | 0:07:27 | 0:07:30 | |
# Clingstone peaches cling right to ya | 0:07:30 | 0:07:33 | |
# Peaches haunt your dream | 0:07:33 | 0:07:38 | |
# Think of getting, always getting | 0:07:38 | 0:07:43 | |
# Peaches in your cream | 0:07:43 | 0:07:51 | |
# I bet you'd pick yourself a peach of a wife | 0:08:30 | 0:08:34 | |
# Settle down to a peach of a life | 0:08:34 | 0:08:37 | |
# Everything is peaches down in Georgia | 0:08:37 | 0:08:44 | |
# I bet you'd pick yourself a peach of a wife | 0:09:20 | 0:09:25 | |
# Settle down to a peach of a life | 0:09:25 | 0:09:29 | |
# Everything is peaches | 0:09:29 | 0:09:32 | |
# Down in Georgia | 0:09:32 | 0:09:36 | |
# I said Georgia, I said Georgia | 0:09:36 | 0:09:40 | |
# G-E-O-R-G-I-A. # | 0:09:40 | 0:09:45 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:09:45 | 0:09:48 | |
And now, from North Carolina, | 0:09:58 | 0:10:02 | |
effulgent in rosaceous efflorescence, | 0:10:02 | 0:10:08 | |
Miss Patsy Gilland! | 0:10:08 | 0:10:12 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:10:12 | 0:10:15 | |
# Close to the woods of Seville | 0:10:27 | 0:10:31 | |
# Lived my good friend... | 0:10:31 | 0:10:35 | |
INDISTINCT LYRICS | 0:10:35 | 0:10:41 | |
# Yet think of the monotony One needs a bit of company | 0:10:50 | 0:10:53 | |
# Yes, that's a real necessity | 0:10:53 | 0:10:56 | |
# And take my lover there with me | 0:10:56 | 0:10:58 | |
# My liberty | 0:10:58 | 0:11:01 | |
# A complication | 0:11:01 | 0:11:02 | |
# Last night - I better pack and go | 0:11:02 | 0:11:05 | |
# Now my poor heart aches once again | 0:11:05 | 0:11:08 | |
# My heart is free, free again | 0:11:08 | 0:11:13 | |
# Yes, I could have my pick of them | 0:11:13 | 0:11:15 | |
# But when I'm done I'm sick of them | 0:11:15 | 0:11:18 | |
# And now I know the... | 0:11:18 | 0:11:23 | |
# Who will love me | 0:11:23 | 0:11:27 | |
# I will love him | 0:11:27 | 0:11:29 | |
# He will have my heart | 0:11:29 | 0:11:32 | |
# It's for the taking | 0:11:32 | 0:11:33 | |
# You have a right to my time | 0:11:33 | 0:11:37 | |
# Think of it as your time away, sir | 0:11:37 | 0:11:39 | |
# For tonight with my liberty | 0:11:39 | 0:11:42 | |
# Close to the woods of Seville | 0:11:42 | 0:11:46 | |
# Lived my good friend... | 0:11:46 | 0:11:49 | |
INDISTINCT LYRICS | 0:11:49 | 0:11:53 | |
# Ah-la-la-la-la la la-la | 0:11:55 | 0:11:59 | |
# Ah-la-la-la-la la la-la la-la! # | 0:11:59 | 0:12:03 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:12:03 | 0:12:05 | |
Irving Berlin needs no introduction from me. | 0:12:22 | 0:12:25 | |
His music seems to tell it all. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:27 | |
In 1912, he fell madly in love with the daughter of another songwriter. | 0:12:27 | 0:12:33 | |
They married, but after their honeymoon in Cuba, | 0:12:33 | 0:12:36 | |
she fell ill and died. | 0:12:36 | 0:12:39 | |
It was this despair that brought about this glorious song - | 0:12:39 | 0:12:44 | |
When I Lost You. | 0:12:44 | 0:12:47 | |
# The roses, each one | 0:12:54 | 0:12:57 | |
# Met with the sun | 0:12:57 | 0:13:00 | |
# Sweetheart, when I met you | 0:13:00 | 0:13:05 | |
# The sunshine had fled | 0:13:05 | 0:13:09 | |
# The roses were dead | 0:13:09 | 0:13:13 | |
# Sweetheart, when I lost you | 0:13:13 | 0:13:21 | |
# I lost the sunshine and roses | 0:13:21 | 0:13:28 | |
# I lost the heavens of blue | 0:13:28 | 0:13:34 | |
# I lost the beautiful rainbow | 0:13:34 | 0:13:40 | |
# I lost the morning dew | 0:13:40 | 0:13:46 | |
# I lost the angel who gave me | 0:13:46 | 0:13:53 | |
# Summer the whole winter through | 0:13:53 | 0:13:59 | |
# I lost the gladness that turned into sadness | 0:13:59 | 0:14:07 | |
# When I lost you | 0:14:07 | 0:14:15 | |
# The birds ceased their song | 0:14:17 | 0:14:20 | |
# Right turned to wrong | 0:14:20 | 0:14:24 | |
# Sweetheart, when I lost you | 0:14:24 | 0:14:29 | |
# A day turned to years | 0:14:29 | 0:14:33 | |
# The world seemed in tears | 0:14:33 | 0:14:36 | |
# Sweetheart, when I lost you | 0:14:36 | 0:14:45 | |
# I lost the sunshine and roses | 0:14:45 | 0:14:51 | |
# I lost the heavens of blue | 0:14:51 | 0:14:58 | |
# I lost the beautiful rainbow | 0:14:58 | 0:15:04 | |
# I lost the morning dew | 0:15:04 | 0:15:11 | |
# I lost the angel who gave me | 0:15:11 | 0:15:17 | |
# Summer the whole winter through | 0:15:17 | 0:15:23 | |
# I lost the gladness that turned into sadness | 0:15:23 | 0:15:33 | |
# When I lost you. # | 0:15:33 | 0:15:47 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:15:47 | 0:15:49 | |
Intercontinentally... | 0:16:06 | 0:16:10 | |
idolised intrepitidy | 0:16:10 | 0:16:14 | |
of equilibristic equipon! | 0:16:14 | 0:16:18 | |
Acrobats... | 0:16:21 | 0:16:24 | |
Les Renees! | 0:16:24 | 0:16:27 | |
Hilariously harmonious multiplicity... | 0:21:19 | 0:21:25 | |
Melodious vociferity... | 0:21:25 | 0:21:29 | |
Virtuosity... | 0:21:32 | 0:21:35 | |
The King's Singers! | 0:21:35 | 0:21:39 | |
# They didn't have no aeroplanes Didn't have no steam line trains | 0:21:50 | 0:21:56 | |
# But they had lonely country lanes When Pa was courting Ma | 0:21:56 | 0:21:59 | |
# Didn't have no ritzy bars Fancy drinks or caviars | 0:21:59 | 0:22:03 | |
# But they had the moon and stars When Pa was courting Ma | 0:22:03 | 0:22:07 | |
# Didn't have no commentators Or a news broadcast | 0:22:07 | 0:22:10 | |
# They'd listen on the party line And get the news darn near as fast | 0:22:10 | 0:22:17 | |
# Didn't have no 'lectric light Just by lamp they spoon all night | 0:22:17 | 0:22:21 | |
# But still, in all they did all right | 0:22:21 | 0:22:23 | |
# When Pa was courting Ma | 0:22:23 | 0:22:26 | |
# They had no opera at the Met | 0:22:27 | 0:22:31 | |
# Hadn't heard of ballet yet | 0:22:31 | 0:22:35 | |
# But oh, that barbershop quartet | 0:22:35 | 0:22:42 | |
-# Sweet Adeline -Sweet Adeline | 0:22:42 | 0:22:51 | |
# They did have fun They never missed | 0:22:51 | 0:22:53 | |
# A single husking bee | 0:22:53 | 0:22:55 | |
# And get back home They'd steal a kiss | 0:22:55 | 0:22:57 | |
# And Pa'd say gosh and Ma'd say gee | 0:22:57 | 0:23:02 | |
# Most important thing somehow You'll admit them, they'll allow | 0:23:02 | 0:23:05 | |
# That love was love the same as now When Pa was courting Ma | 0:23:05 | 0:23:09 | |
# By heck, how they could neck | 0:23:09 | 0:23:13 | |
-# When Pa was courting Ma -Ma | 0:23:13 | 0:23:18 | |
# My dear old mother. # | 0:23:18 | 0:23:25 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:23:25 | 0:23:27 | |
# Tom Pearce, Tom Pearce Lend I the grey mare | 0:23:37 | 0:23:41 | |
# Home along, down along Out along lea | 0:23:41 | 0:23:44 | |
# For us wants for to go over to Widecombe Fair | 0:23:44 | 0:23:48 | |
-# With Bill Brewer -Jan Stewer | 0:23:48 | 0:23:49 | |
-# Peter Gurney -Peter Davy -Dan'l Whiddon -Harry Hawke | 0:23:49 | 0:23:52 | |
# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all | 0:23:52 | 0:23:54 | |
# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all | 0:23:54 | 0:23:57 | |
# And when shall I see again the grey mare? | 0:23:57 | 0:24:00 | |
# Home along, down along Out along lea | 0:24:00 | 0:24:03 | |
# By Friday noon or Saturday soon | 0:24:03 | 0:24:05 | |
-# With Bill Brewer -Jan Stewer | 0:24:05 | 0:24:06 | |
-# Peter Gurney -Peter Davy -Dan'l Whiddon -Harry Hawke | 0:24:06 | 0:24:09 | |
# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all | 0:24:09 | 0:24:11 | |
# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all | 0:24:11 | 0:24:14 | |
# Then Friday came and Saturday noon | 0:24:14 | 0:24:17 | |
# Home along, down along Out along lea | 0:24:17 | 0:24:20 | |
# But Tom's old mare had not trotted home | 0:24:20 | 0:24:23 | |
-# With Bill Brewer -Jan Stewer | 0:24:23 | 0:24:24 | |
-# Peter Gurney -Peter Davy | 0:24:24 | 0:24:26 | |
-# Dan'l Whiddon -Harry Hawke | 0:24:26 | 0:24:28 | |
# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all | 0:24:28 | 0:24:30 | |
# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all | 0:24:30 | 0:24:34 | |
# Then Tom Pearce he got up to the top of the hill | 0:24:34 | 0:24:37 | |
# Home along, down along Out along lea | 0:24:37 | 0:24:41 | |
# And he seed his old mare down a-making her will | 0:24:41 | 0:24:46 | |
-# Bill Brewer -Jan Stewer | 0:24:46 | 0:24:47 | |
-# Peter Gurney -Peter Davy -Dan'l Whiddon -Harry Hawke | 0:24:47 | 0:24:49 | |
# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all | 0:24:49 | 0:24:50 | |
-# We're going to Widecombe -Widecombe -Widecombe -Widecombe... | 0:24:50 | 0:24:53 | |
# So Tom Pearce's old mare Took sick and her died | 0:24:53 | 0:24:57 | |
# Home along, down along Out along lea | 0:24:57 | 0:25:00 | |
# And Tom he sat down on a stone and he cried | 0:25:00 | 0:25:05 | |
-# With Bill Brewer -Jan Stewer | 0:25:07 | 0:25:09 | |
-# Peter Gurney -Peter Davy | 0:25:09 | 0:25:11 | |
-# Dan'l Whiddon -Harry Hawke | 0:25:11 | 0:25:14 | |
-# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all -Tom Cobley and all | 0:25:14 | 0:25:18 | |
-# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all -Tom Cobley and all | 0:25:18 | 0:25:24 | |
# When the wind whistles cold on the moor of the night | 0:25:24 | 0:25:28 | |
# Home along, down along Out along lea | 0:25:28 | 0:25:31 | |
# Tom Pearce's old mare doth appear ghastly white | 0:25:31 | 0:25:36 | |
# With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer | 0:25:36 | 0:25:38 | |
# Peter Gurney, Peter Davy | 0:25:38 | 0:25:39 | |
# Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke | 0:25:39 | 0:25:42 | |
-# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all -Uncle Tom Cobley | 0:25:43 | 0:25:47 | |
# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all | 0:25:47 | 0:25:52 | |
# And all the long night be heard skirling and groans | 0:25:52 | 0:25:55 | |
-# Home along -Down along, out along lea | 0:25:55 | 0:26:01 | |
# From Tom Pearce's old mare and her rattling old bones | 0:26:01 | 0:26:07 | |
-# With Bill Brewer -Jan Stewer | 0:26:07 | 0:26:09 | |
-# Peter Gurney -Peter Davy -Dan'l Whiddon | 0:26:09 | 0:26:12 | |
# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all | 0:26:12 | 0:26:14 | |
# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and... | 0:26:14 | 0:26:19 | |
# Harry Hawke | 0:26:19 | 0:26:22 | |
# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and... | 0:26:22 | 0:26:25 | |
# Harry Hawke | 0:26:25 | 0:26:28 | |
# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and... | 0:26:28 | 0:26:32 | |
# Harry Hawke | 0:26:32 | 0:26:34 | |
# Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all That's all! # | 0:26:34 | 0:26:36 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:26:36 | 0:26:38 | |
Loquacious lugubriousness in extremis! | 0:26:59 | 0:27:06 | |
The one and only Mr Les Dawson. | 0:27:06 | 0:27:11 | |
Thank you for your approbation. | 0:27:39 | 0:27:42 | |
You have excellent taste. | 0:27:42 | 0:27:45 | |
Firstly, I must apologise about my appearance. | 0:27:46 | 0:27:49 | |
Owing to a slight financial hiatus, | 0:27:49 | 0:27:53 | |
I could not afford a ticket to travel here tonight | 0:27:53 | 0:27:56 | |
by steam locomotion. | 0:27:56 | 0:27:57 | |
-I had to walk it. ALL: -Awww. | 0:27:58 | 0:28:01 | |
A journey, my friends, best described | 0:28:01 | 0:28:05 | |
as a stroll round the very perimeter of Hades itself. | 0:28:05 | 0:28:08 | |
Fingers of cold mountain mist | 0:28:16 | 0:28:19 | |
curled in treachery around my stout gaiters... | 0:28:19 | 0:28:24 | |
..as I toiled heavily across the bleak plateau | 0:28:25 | 0:28:29 | |
of the mountain range. | 0:28:29 | 0:28:31 | |
A sullen, biting wind blew the snow flurries | 0:28:31 | 0:28:35 | |
into a maddened fandango of white-flaked fury. | 0:28:35 | 0:28:38 | |
From behind... | 0:28:49 | 0:28:51 | |
an outcrop of age-pitted stones loomed an ill-painted door. | 0:28:51 | 0:28:58 | |
Crying "Sanctuary!" through cracked lips, | 0:28:58 | 0:29:00 | |
I lurched forward and banged painfully on the door. | 0:29:00 | 0:29:04 | |
The door opened to reveal | 0:29:05 | 0:29:07 | |
the most enchanting little girl that I've ever seen. | 0:29:07 | 0:29:10 | |
-ALL: -Aww. | 0:29:10 | 0:29:11 | |
"My child," I croaked... | 0:29:11 | 0:29:14 | |
"..may I speak to your father?" | 0:29:17 | 0:29:20 | |
The winsome gamine gazed at me and said, | 0:29:20 | 0:29:25 | |
"Daddy isn't 'ere." | 0:29:25 | 0:29:28 | |
"Then, child," I explained, | 0:29:28 | 0:29:30 | |
"may I have words with your dear mother?" | 0:29:30 | 0:29:33 | |
A troubled look came across her features. Her bottom lip trembled. | 0:29:34 | 0:29:38 | |
A fleeting shadow of sadness crossed her features. | 0:29:38 | 0:29:41 | |
She said, "Mummy isn't here either." | 0:29:41 | 0:29:45 | |
-ALL: -Awww. | 0:29:45 | 0:29:47 | |
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I too could not believe it. | 0:29:47 | 0:29:49 | |
I railed inwardly at the perfidy of parents | 0:29:49 | 0:29:52 | |
who could abandon such a delightful waif. | 0:29:52 | 0:29:55 | |
Leave this child alone in such a small, cramped, gloomy house | 0:29:55 | 0:29:59 | |
in the teeth of a ferocious storm, in this mist of desolation. | 0:29:59 | 0:30:03 | |
JEERING | 0:30:03 | 0:30:05 | |
I could contain myself no longer. | 0:30:08 | 0:30:10 | |
Sinking to my knees, I grasped the child to my snow-powdered cape. | 0:30:10 | 0:30:14 | |
I said, "Fear not, my child! | 0:30:20 | 0:30:24 | |
"Elfin creature of pure delight." | 0:30:24 | 0:30:27 | |
"Fear not, for you are no longer alone." | 0:30:29 | 0:30:32 | |
And she grabbed her rag dolly very close to her little pinafore | 0:30:32 | 0:30:36 | |
and she said, "It's not the house, it's the lavatory." | 0:30:36 | 0:30:39 | |
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the works of this tragic actor, | 0:30:57 | 0:31:03 | |
I should like to introduce myself - the name is Les Dawson. | 0:31:03 | 0:31:06 | |
It's not my real name, it's a stage name. | 0:31:06 | 0:31:09 | |
I was actually christened Friday Dawson. | 0:31:09 | 0:31:12 | |
Because when Father saw me for the first time, he turned to Mother | 0:31:12 | 0:31:15 | |
and said, "I think we'd better call it a day." | 0:31:15 | 0:31:17 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:31:20 | 0:31:21 | |
I've made such an impact on my parents' lives. | 0:31:29 | 0:31:32 | |
Before I was born, Father had a nasty habit | 0:31:32 | 0:31:35 | |
of running off and leaving Mother for months on end. | 0:31:35 | 0:31:37 | |
When I came on the scene they gazed at me in the crib, | 0:31:37 | 0:31:40 | |
held hands, and ran off together. | 0:31:40 | 0:31:42 | |
Such... | 0:31:53 | 0:31:55 | |
Such was the pattern of my earlier years. | 0:31:55 | 0:31:58 | |
I seldom speak of my childhood, unless someone's buying the drinks. | 0:31:58 | 0:32:01 | |
It was not a happy time. | 0:32:02 | 0:32:04 | |
SINGLE VIOLIN PLAYS | 0:32:04 | 0:32:06 | |
-ALL: -Aww. | 0:32:06 | 0:32:07 | |
Is that a violin? | 0:32:09 | 0:32:11 | |
No, it isn't! | 0:32:12 | 0:32:13 | |
It's the frustrated wail of a doctored tom. | 0:32:13 | 0:32:16 | |
Yes... | 0:32:19 | 0:32:20 | |
You think you've known tragedy?! | 0:32:22 | 0:32:24 | |
For a start, I wasn't expected. | 0:32:25 | 0:32:28 | |
Mother was firmly convinced she was going into hospital | 0:32:28 | 0:32:31 | |
to have a boil lanced. | 0:32:31 | 0:32:32 | |
Looking back in retrospective thought, | 0:32:38 | 0:32:41 | |
I must have looked a mess, because the first job my father did | 0:32:41 | 0:32:44 | |
when they brought me home was to put shutters on my pram. | 0:32:44 | 0:32:47 | |
He made no secret of the fact he didn't like me. | 0:32:54 | 0:32:58 | |
He used to play some rotten tricks on me. | 0:32:58 | 0:33:01 | |
-ALL: -Aww. -Yes! | 0:33:01 | 0:33:02 | |
Like telling me for years the gas meter was a piggy bank. | 0:33:02 | 0:33:05 | |
Mummy was short-sighted. | 0:33:12 | 0:33:15 | |
And she would persist in putting talcum powder on my face. | 0:33:15 | 0:33:18 | |
Between you and I, I've often shuddered to think | 0:33:20 | 0:33:22 | |
what she did with my dummy. | 0:33:22 | 0:33:24 | |
It wasn't easy for my parents. We were a big family. | 0:33:34 | 0:33:38 | |
Lot of children. In fact, there were so many wet nappies in the kitchen | 0:33:38 | 0:33:42 | |
there was a rainbow in the lobby. | 0:33:42 | 0:33:44 | |
But there is to posterity | 0:33:47 | 0:33:50 | |
one thing left, which will never die. | 0:33:50 | 0:33:53 | |
And that was the fact that Father was a wonderful mountaineer. | 0:33:53 | 0:33:56 | |
Famous for once having been trapped | 0:33:56 | 0:33:58 | |
23,000 feet up the side of Mount Everest, on a two-inch ledge, | 0:33:58 | 0:34:01 | |
carrying his lame mule to safety... | 0:34:01 | 0:34:03 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:34:03 | 0:34:05 | |
..on the back of a plasterer's hod. | 0:34:09 | 0:34:11 | |
Face it, dear friends, you and I would have panicked! | 0:34:13 | 0:34:16 | |
He didn't. He fell off. | 0:34:20 | 0:34:22 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:34:25 | 0:34:27 | |
Some people appreciate my work. | 0:34:32 | 0:34:35 | |
This letter arrived in the dressing room not so long ago, | 0:34:35 | 0:34:38 | |
tied with pink ribbon to a coping stone. | 0:34:38 | 0:34:40 | |
LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE | 0:34:46 | 0:34:48 | |
Heh-heh! | 0:34:53 | 0:34:55 | |
Ho-ho-ho! | 0:34:55 | 0:34:56 | |
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep and doesn't know where to find them. | 0:34:56 | 0:35:00 | |
What piffle! | 0:35:00 | 0:35:02 | |
Because you know why she couldn't find them? | 0:35:03 | 0:35:05 | |
She was in the meadow with Simple Simon. | 0:35:05 | 0:35:07 | |
And he wasn't so simple! | 0:35:07 | 0:35:09 | |
He was having it off! | 0:35:10 | 0:35:11 | |
What the world needs now is love, love, love. | 0:35:13 | 0:35:15 | |
I must stop this. | 0:35:18 | 0:35:20 | |
Every time I put these glasses on, a hideous doppelganger takes over. | 0:35:21 | 0:35:25 | |
This is the letter. | 0:35:25 | 0:35:27 | |
It's very emotive - it will move you to tears. | 0:35:27 | 0:35:31 | |
It reads very simply, "Dear Mr Dawson." | 0:35:31 | 0:35:34 | |
Look at the way she's spelled "dear" - D-E-A-R. | 0:35:34 | 0:35:37 | |
"You have done more for me than any specialist could ever hope to do. | 0:35:44 | 0:35:48 | |
"For years I have suffered from acute insomnia. | 0:35:51 | 0:35:54 | |
"My nights abed were a restless misery. | 0:35:54 | 0:35:57 | |
"Sleep, the soothing balm, eluded me. | 0:35:59 | 0:36:02 | |
"I've had treatment all over the world - in Europe, | 0:36:02 | 0:36:06 | |
"Zurich, Rhyl... | 0:36:06 | 0:36:08 | |
"..to no avail. | 0:36:13 | 0:36:15 | |
"But you, dear Mr Dawson, you have cured me. | 0:36:17 | 0:36:21 | |
"I saw you on The Good Old Days and I couldn't keep my eyes open." | 0:36:26 | 0:36:29 | |
Goodnight! | 0:36:29 | 0:36:31 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:36:31 | 0:36:34 | |
Germany! Unparalleled apotheosis | 0:36:53 | 0:36:58 | |
of plethoric, proliferative profusion. | 0:36:58 | 0:37:05 | |
Lots and lots. | 0:37:05 | 0:37:07 | |
Dinardi! | 0:37:07 | 0:37:10 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:37:10 | 0:37:11 | |
MUSIC PLAYS | 0:37:18 | 0:37:20 | |
MUSIC: Tulips from Amsterdam | 0:38:44 | 0:38:47 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:43:43 | 0:43:45 | |
There's just time to ask Mr Les Dawson | 0:43:46 | 0:43:49 | |
to lead the company and yourselves in the last chorus for tonight - | 0:43:49 | 0:43:52 | |
Down At The Old Bull and Bush. | 0:43:52 | 0:43:54 | |
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Les Dawson and the entire company, | 0:43:54 | 0:43:57 | |
Mr Bernard Herrmann and the entire and undaunted orchestra... | 0:43:57 | 0:44:01 | |
CHEERING | 0:44:01 | 0:44:03 | |
And this time, treat me yourself! | 0:44:03 | 0:44:08 | |
# Come, come Come and make eyes at me | 0:44:11 | 0:44:15 | |
# Down at the Old Bull and Bush Da-da-da-da-da | 0:44:15 | 0:44:19 | |
# Come, come Drink some port wine with me | 0:44:19 | 0:44:22 | |
# Down at the Old Bull and Bush | 0:44:22 | 0:44:25 | |
# Hear the little German band Da-da-da-da-da-da | 0:44:25 | 0:44:29 | |
# Just let me hold your hand, dear | 0:44:29 | 0:44:32 | |
# Do, do Come and have a drink or two | 0:44:32 | 0:44:36 | |
# Down at the Old Bull and Bush Bush Bush! # | 0:44:36 | 0:44:41 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:44:41 | 0:44:45 |