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Into my heart an air that kills from yon far country blows. | 0:01:14 | 0:01:19 | |
What are those blue remembered hills? | 0:01:20 | 0:01:24 | |
What spires, what farms are those? | 0:01:24 | 0:01:27 | |
That is the land of lost content, | 0:01:28 | 0:01:31 | |
I see it shining plain. | 0:01:31 | 0:01:33 | |
The happy highways where I went | 0:01:33 | 0:01:37 | |
and cannot come again. | 0:01:37 | 0:01:39 | |
I met a traveller from an antique land who said, | 0:02:14 | 0:02:18 | |
"Two vast and trampless legs of stone stand in the desert." | 0:02:18 | 0:02:23 | |
"And on the pedestal, these words appear: | 0:02:23 | 0:02:27 | |
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings. | 0:02:27 | 0:02:30 | |
"Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!" | 0:02:30 | 0:02:34 | |
Nothing besides remains. | 0:02:34 | 0:02:36 | |
Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, | 0:02:37 | 0:02:42 | |
the lone and level sands stretch, | 0:02:42 | 0:02:46 | |
far away. | 0:02:46 | 0:02:47 | |
If Liverpool did not exist, | 0:02:49 | 0:02:51 | |
it would have to be invented - Myrbach. | 0:02:51 | 0:02:54 | |
We love the place we hate, then hate the place we love. | 0:04:09 | 0:04:14 | |
We leave the place we love, | 0:04:14 | 0:04:16 | |
then spend a lifetime trying to regain it. | 0:04:16 | 0:04:19 | |
Come closer now, | 0:04:21 | 0:04:24 | |
and see your dreams. | 0:04:24 | 0:04:26 | |
Come closer now, | 0:04:27 | 0:04:29 | |
and see mine. | 0:04:29 | 0:04:31 | |
No meat on Friday, confession on Saturday, | 0:04:35 | 0:04:39 | |
emerging cleansed and pleasing to God. | 0:04:39 | 0:04:42 | |
Mass on Sundays and holy days of obligation. | 0:04:42 | 0:04:46 | |
Despite my dogged piety, no great revelation came. | 0:04:47 | 0:04:51 | |
No divine balm to ease my soul, | 0:04:51 | 0:04:54 | |
just years wasted in useless prayer. | 0:04:54 | 0:04:58 | |
If I pray long enough, I will be forgiven. | 0:04:59 | 0:05:03 | |
If I am forgiven, I will be made whole. | 0:05:04 | 0:05:07 | |
All I'll need then is the girl. | 0:05:07 | 0:05:11 | |
Suddenly I knew. | 0:05:12 | 0:05:14 | |
Suddenly I thought, "It's all a lie." | 0:05:14 | 0:05:19 | |
Paradise betrayed. | 0:05:19 | 0:05:21 | |
There was no God, only Satan | 0:05:21 | 0:05:24 | |
sauntering behind me with a smirk, saying, | 0:05:24 | 0:05:27 | |
"I'll get you in the end." | 0:05:27 | 0:05:30 | |
Tu es petrus - you're a brick, Pete. | 0:05:31 | 0:05:34 | |
Here, people married. | 0:05:37 | 0:05:39 | |
Here, people died and were buried. | 0:05:40 | 0:05:43 | |
In deconsecrated Catholic churches, now made into restaurants as chic as anything abroad. | 0:05:43 | 0:05:49 | |
Now the congregation can eat and drink in the sight of God. | 0:05:50 | 0:05:54 | |
Who will no doubt disapprove of cocktails in Babylon. | 0:05:55 | 0:06:00 | |
Is this happiness? | 0:06:02 | 0:06:05 | |
Is this perfection? | 0:06:05 | 0:06:07 | |
As you are now, | 0:06:09 | 0:06:11 | |
we once were. | 0:06:11 | 0:06:13 | |
James Joyce. | 0:06:14 | 0:06:16 | |
They that go down to the sea in ships | 0:06:30 | 0:06:33 | |
and that do business in great waters, | 0:06:33 | 0:06:36 | |
these see the works of the Lord and his wonders of the deep. | 0:06:36 | 0:06:39 | |
Anno Domini. | 0:06:40 | 0:06:42 | |
Removed from the sight of happier classes, | 0:07:47 | 0:07:50 | |
poverty may struggle along as it can. | 0:07:50 | 0:07:53 | |
Friedrich Engels. | 0:07:53 | 0:07:54 | |
'Preston North End 2, Blackpool 3. | 0:08:02 | 0:08:05 | |
'Everton 2, West Ham United 0. | 0:08:05 | 0:08:08 | |
'Leicester City 0, Leeds United 2. 'Manchester United 3...' | 0:08:08 | 0:08:12 | |
On slow Saturdays, when football, like life, was still played in black and white, and in shorts as long | 0:08:12 | 0:08:18 | |
as underwear, when it was still not venal, when sportsmen and woman knew | 0:08:18 | 0:08:23 | |
how to win and lose with grace, and never to punch the air in victory. | 0:08:23 | 0:08:27 | |
Match over, pea soup made, my mother calling from the kitchen, | 0:08:38 | 0:08:42 | |
my eldest brother listening to the football results in front | 0:08:42 | 0:08:47 | |
of the Bakelite radio, marking his coupon, hoping to win millions. | 0:08:47 | 0:08:51 | |
Accrington Stanley, Sheffield Wednesday, | 0:08:52 | 0:08:55 | |
Hamilton Academicals, Queen of the South. | 0:08:55 | 0:08:59 | |
And on even slower Sundays, when it felt as if the whole world was listening to the light programme, | 0:09:02 | 0:09:07 | |
Kenneth Horne, promptly at two o'clock, | 0:09:07 | 0:09:10 | |
and long before the repeal of the Sexual Offences Act, | 0:09:10 | 0:09:13 | |
would visit two of his very special friends. | 0:09:13 | 0:09:17 | |
..very uncomfortable it was. And I was recommended to a fashionable firm of solicitors in Lincoln's Inn. | 0:09:17 | 0:09:23 | |
The brass plate on the door read Bona Law. Hello, anybody there? | 0:09:23 | 0:09:26 | |
Oh, hello, I'm Julian and this is my friend Sandy. | 0:09:26 | 0:09:30 | |
I've got me articles and he's taken silk, frequently. | 0:09:30 | 0:09:34 | |
Well, Mr Horne, how nice to varder your dolly old eek again! | 0:09:34 | 0:09:38 | |
-Oh, what brings you trolling in here? -Can you help me? I've erred. | 0:09:38 | 0:09:42 | |
Yeah, we've all 'eard, ducky. It's common knowledge, innit, Julian? | 0:09:42 | 0:09:46 | |
-Will you take my case? -Depends on what it is. | 0:09:46 | 0:09:48 | |
We've got a criminal practice that takes up most of our time. | 0:09:48 | 0:09:51 | |
-Yes, but apart from that... -Ooh, ain't he bold! | 0:09:51 | 0:09:55 | |
But the law proscribed and was anything but tolerant, | 0:09:57 | 0:10:00 | |
as when, contemporaneously, two gay men were arrested and convicted, and were to be made an example of. | 0:10:00 | 0:10:06 | |
And the judge said to them before he was passing sentence, "Not only | 0:10:06 | 0:10:10 | |
"have you committed an act of gross indecency, but you did it under one of London's most beautiful bridges." | 0:10:10 | 0:10:16 | |
Showplace of the north, the Ritz Theatre, Birkenhead, again presents a replica Royal film performance. | 0:10:24 | 0:10:29 | |
# Hooray for Hollywood | 0:10:29 | 0:10:32 | |
# That screwy, ballyhooey Hollywood | 0:10:32 | 0:10:35 | |
# Where any office boy or young mechanic... # | 0:10:35 | 0:10:38 | |
At seven, I saw Gene Kelly in Singin' In The Rain, | 0:10:38 | 0:10:41 | |
and discovered the movies, loved them, | 0:10:41 | 0:10:44 | |
and swallowed them whole. | 0:10:44 | 0:10:46 | |
# ..Can be a top girl | 0:10:46 | 0:10:48 | |
# If she pleases the tired businessman... # | 0:10:48 | 0:10:50 | |
And my love was as muscular as my Catholicism, but without any of the drawbacks. | 0:10:50 | 0:10:55 | |
Musicals, melodramas, Westerns - nothing was too rich or too poor | 0:10:55 | 0:11:00 | |
for my rapacious appetite and I gorged myself | 0:11:00 | 0:11:03 | |
with a frequency that would shame a sinner. | 0:11:03 | 0:11:06 | |
# ..Try your luck You may be Donald Duck | 0:11:06 | 0:11:09 | |
# Hooray for Hollywood... # | 0:11:09 | 0:11:11 | |
But soon, darker pleasures. | 0:11:11 | 0:11:13 | |
At 15, I saw Dirk Bogarde in Victim, | 0:11:13 | 0:11:17 | |
and discovered something entirely different. | 0:11:17 | 0:11:19 | |
And when I was not at the movies, on Friday nights, | 0:11:22 | 0:11:25 | |
I was at the Liverpool Stadium watching the wrestling. | 0:11:25 | 0:11:28 | |
Not for its pantomimic villainy, but for something more illicit. | 0:11:29 | 0:11:33 | |
And in short, I was afraid. | 0:11:33 | 0:11:36 | |
As I struggled with my adolescent desires, as I waited at the top of the aisle as the wrestlers swaggered | 0:11:36 | 0:11:41 | |
up from the ring, their trunks tight across the buttocks, I could feel their body heat as I furtively | 0:11:41 | 0:11:47 | |
touched a back or a thigh, choking with schoolboy guilt and trembling with the fear of the wrath of God. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:53 | |
Oh, save me from those dark desires which thrill and compel. | 0:11:55 | 0:12:00 | |
The world, | 0:12:00 | 0:12:01 | |
the flesh... | 0:12:01 | 0:12:03 | |
-..and the devil. -BELL RINGS | 0:12:04 | 0:12:06 | |
Caught between canon and the criminal law, | 0:12:15 | 0:12:18 | |
I said goodbye to my girlhood. | 0:12:18 | 0:12:21 | |
Here, I wept, wept and prayed, until my knees bled. | 0:12:31 | 0:12:36 | |
But no succour came, | 0:12:36 | 0:12:38 | |
no peace granted. | 0:12:38 | 0:12:40 | |
Here was my whole world: | 0:12:48 | 0:12:51 | |
home, school, the movies, | 0:12:51 | 0:12:55 | |
and God. | 0:12:55 | 0:12:58 | |
You who damn, but give no comfort. | 0:12:58 | 0:13:01 | |
Why do I plead? | 0:13:01 | 0:13:03 | |
Why do you not respond, Angel Eyes? | 0:13:04 | 0:13:07 | |
Jesus mercy, Mary help... | 0:13:09 | 0:13:13 | |
..lull me to safety. | 0:13:14 | 0:13:17 | |
Between sleeping and waking, | 0:13:25 | 0:13:27 | |
Earth does not revolve, | 0:13:27 | 0:13:29 | |
and slow turns a life of meagre timbre, | 0:13:29 | 0:13:32 | |
of dullest breath. | 0:13:32 | 0:13:34 | |
Between birth and dying, some lovely moments grow, and sorrows, not known | 0:13:37 | 0:13:42 | |
until tomorrow, cloud the happy hours spent dreaming in the sun. | 0:13:42 | 0:13:47 | |
Between joy and consolation, no easy path. | 0:13:49 | 0:13:53 | |
Some flights of fancy, some colour, | 0:13:53 | 0:13:56 | |
glorious old Hollywood, small comic England, black and white. | 0:13:56 | 0:14:01 | |
Between loving and hating, the real journey starts. | 0:14:01 | 0:14:05 | |
Let go the latter, embrace the former, | 0:14:06 | 0:14:08 | |
then fall to heaven on a gentle smile. | 0:14:08 | 0:14:12 | |
Between waking and sleeping, the Earth resumes its turn. | 0:14:13 | 0:14:18 | |
The soft light fills the room, | 0:14:18 | 0:14:20 | |
the nightly demons perish from the bed, | 0:14:20 | 0:14:24 | |
and all humanity braves another day. | 0:14:24 | 0:14:28 | |
'We used to help one another out... | 0:14:30 | 0:14:33 | |
'and go the washhouse. | 0:14:33 | 0:14:35 | |
'Do washing for anyone. Nursing them if they were sick. | 0:14:35 | 0:14:39 | |
'And then, of course, my mother died on Christmas Eve. | 0:14:46 | 0:14:49 | |
'And she left me, at 14, | 0:14:49 | 0:14:52 | |
'a little baby, 12 months old, | 0:14:52 | 0:14:55 | |
'and another one, erm, four. | 0:14:55 | 0:14:58 | |
'Me dad stayed with us eight weeks. | 0:14:58 | 0:15:01 | |
'Then he got a ship and went away and left us. | 0:15:01 | 0:15:04 | |
'So, of course, he died after, you know. | 0:15:04 | 0:15:08 | |
'Then I had more trouble on me plate, like. | 0:15:08 | 0:15:11 | |
'Me husband never ever got much work | 0:15:11 | 0:15:13 | |
'and I had to work all me life. | 0:15:13 | 0:15:16 | |
'But, thank God, God's been very good to me, and his Holy Mother.' | 0:15:16 | 0:15:20 | |
# I found my love | 0:15:30 | 0:15:35 | |
# By the gas works croft | 0:15:35 | 0:15:38 | |
# Dreamed a dream | 0:15:39 | 0:15:43 | |
# By the old canal | 0:15:43 | 0:15:46 | |
# Kissed my girl | 0:15:47 | 0:15:51 | |
# By the factory wall | 0:15:51 | 0:15:54 | |
# Dirty old town | 0:15:56 | 0:16:00 | |
# Dirty old town | 0:16:00 | 0:16:04 | |
# I heard a siren | 0:16:04 | 0:16:09 | |
# From the dock | 0:16:09 | 0:16:11 | |
# Saw a train | 0:16:13 | 0:16:17 | |
# Set the night on fire | 0:16:17 | 0:16:19 | |
# Smelled a spring | 0:16:22 | 0:16:25 | |
# On the sulphured wind | 0:16:25 | 0:16:28 | |
# Dirty old town | 0:16:30 | 0:16:34 | |
# Dirty old town | 0:16:34 | 0:16:36 | |
The year moves towards November. | 0:16:52 | 0:16:56 | |
Bonfire Night, a penny for the Guy, | 0:16:56 | 0:16:58 | |
someone singing Keep The Home Fires Burning. | 0:16:58 | 0:17:01 | |
As Jimmy Preston and me, the only ones left now, | 0:17:03 | 0:17:06 | |
roast potatoes on sticks. | 0:17:06 | 0:17:09 | |
We sit, quiet at the last. | 0:17:11 | 0:17:13 | |
Jimmy Preston who was a real boy, and whom I envied. | 0:17:13 | 0:17:17 | |
Jimmy Preston who once put his hand on my shoulder, and I didn't want him to remove it. | 0:17:17 | 0:17:22 | |
Don't go in just yet, | 0:17:23 | 0:17:25 | |
please, not just yet. | 0:17:25 | 0:17:28 | |
But he does. | 0:17:28 | 0:17:30 | |
Twilight and evening bell, | 0:17:30 | 0:17:33 | |
and after that, | 0:17:33 | 0:17:36 | |
the dark. | 0:17:36 | 0:17:37 | |
# Goodbye, Betty | 0:20:10 | 0:20:12 | |
# While you're away | 0:20:12 | 0:20:14 | |
# Send me a letter to tell me that you're better | 0:20:14 | 0:20:17 | |
# Goodbye, Betty, and while you're away | 0:20:17 | 0:20:20 | |
# And don't forget your old pal Anne | 0:20:20 | 0:20:23 | |
# Goodbye, Anne, | 0:20:23 | 0:20:25 | |
# While you're away | 0:20:25 | 0:20:27 | |
# Send me a letter to tell me that you're better | 0:20:27 | 0:20:30 | |
# Goodbye, Anne, and while you're away | 0:20:30 | 0:20:33 | |
# Don't forget your old pal Pat. # | 0:20:33 | 0:20:36 | |
# He bought me a shawl of red, white, and blue | 0:22:10 | 0:22:13 | |
# And when we got married he tore it in two | 0:22:13 | 0:22:17 | |
# Oh, gee, I love him, I can't deny it | 0:22:17 | 0:22:21 | |
# I'll be with him wherever he goes. # | 0:22:21 | 0:22:24 | |
I would have liked to have worked on, but they threw me out, | 0:22:46 | 0:22:49 | |
because I was old. | 0:22:49 | 0:22:51 | |
It's a sin to grow old, you know. | 0:22:51 | 0:22:54 | |
We had an old lady here, and erm... She... | 0:22:54 | 0:22:59 | |
Everybody would run and get her a cup of tea, and they'd wait on her, | 0:22:59 | 0:23:02 | |
and do all those little things, but she'd always say, "Nobody wants me." | 0:23:02 | 0:23:06 | |
Well, I mean, if you take that attitude, | 0:23:06 | 0:23:09 | |
you can't expect anyone to want you, can you? | 0:23:09 | 0:23:13 | |
Oh, watch and pray, watch and pray. | 0:23:15 | 0:23:18 | |
Do you remember, you who are no longer young, and you who still are, | 0:23:20 | 0:23:24 | |
do you remember the months of November and December? | 0:23:24 | 0:23:27 | |
Wet shoes and leaking galoshes, | 0:23:27 | 0:23:30 | |
and for the first time, chilblains, with Christmas in the air. | 0:23:30 | 0:23:36 | |
God was in his heaven, and, oh, how I believed, oh, how fervent I was. | 0:23:38 | 0:23:43 | |
And on Christmas Eve, pork roasting in the oven, the parlour cleaned, | 0:23:43 | 0:23:48 | |
with fruit along the sideboard. | 0:23:48 | 0:23:50 | |
A pound of apples, tangerines in tissue paper, a bowl of nuts, | 0:23:50 | 0:23:55 | |
and our annual, exotic pomegranate. | 0:23:55 | 0:23:58 | |
Do you remember? | 0:23:58 | 0:24:01 | |
Do you? | 0:24:01 | 0:24:03 | |
Will you ever forget? | 0:24:03 | 0:24:05 | |
-LAUGHTER -Happy days. | 0:24:05 | 0:24:07 | |
My mother, generous with her small nest egg of £25, borrowed from the Leigh & Lend. | 0:24:09 | 0:24:15 | |
Love and cellophane. | 0:24:17 | 0:24:20 | |
My brothers, with their made-to-measure suits, bought on HP. | 0:24:20 | 0:24:23 | |
My sisters and a dab of scent, maybe only Evening In Paris, | 0:24:23 | 0:24:27 | |
but making it seem as if the whole world was drenched in Chanel. | 0:24:27 | 0:24:32 | |
Being taken to the pictures, and in all those movies, | 0:24:32 | 0:24:36 | |
it was always Christmas, and it was always perfect. | 0:24:36 | 0:24:40 | |
Seven Brides For Seven Brothers, Young At Heart, | 0:24:43 | 0:24:46 | |
All That Heaven Allows, | 0:24:46 | 0:24:47 | |
but all, all are gone, | 0:24:47 | 0:24:51 | |
the old familiar faces. | 0:24:51 | 0:24:53 | |
And yet, time renders - | 0:24:57 | 0:25:00 | |
deceive the eye, deceive the heart. | 0:25:00 | 0:25:04 | |
A valediction and an epitaph. | 0:25:04 | 0:25:07 | |
Now, voyager, go forth, to seek and find. | 0:25:07 | 0:25:12 | |
But my eldest brother, lying in an army hospital in Leamington Spa, | 0:25:14 | 0:25:19 | |
he will not go to war. | 0:25:19 | 0:25:21 | |
He will be safe. | 0:25:21 | 0:25:23 | |
Cometh the hour, cometh the man, | 0:25:26 | 0:25:29 | |
cometh the Korean War. | 0:25:29 | 0:25:32 | |
# The road is long | 0:25:44 | 0:25:50 | |
# With many a winding turn | 0:25:50 | 0:25:55 | |
# That leads us | 0:25:57 | 0:25:59 | |
# Who knows where | 0:25:59 | 0:26:05 | |
# Who knows where | 0:26:05 | 0:26:09 | |
# But I'm strong | 0:26:11 | 0:26:16 | |
# Strong enough to carry | 0:26:16 | 0:26:22 | |
# He ain't heavy | 0:26:25 | 0:26:27 | |
# He's my brother | 0:26:30 | 0:26:32 | |
# So on we go | 0:26:35 | 0:26:40 | |
# His welfare is my concern | 0:26:40 | 0:26:47 | |
# No burden is he | 0:26:47 | 0:26:51 | |
# To bear | 0:26:51 | 0:26:55 | |
# We'll get there | 0:26:55 | 0:26:59 | |
# For I know | 0:27:01 | 0:27:06 | |
# He will not encumber me | 0:27:06 | 0:27:14 | |
# He ain't heavy | 0:27:16 | 0:27:18 | |
# He's my brother | 0:27:20 | 0:27:23 | |
# If I'm laden | 0:27:27 | 0:27:28 | |
# At all | 0:27:30 | 0:27:33 | |
# I'm laden | 0:27:33 | 0:27:35 | |
# With sadness | 0:27:36 | 0:27:39 | |
# That everyone's heart | 0:27:39 | 0:27:45 | |
# Isn't filled | 0:27:45 | 0:27:48 | |
# With the gladness | 0:27:48 | 0:27:52 | |
# Of love | 0:27:52 | 0:27:55 | |
# For one another... # | 0:27:57 | 0:28:00 | |
For Queen, country, and the civil list. | 0:28:02 | 0:28:07 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:28:07 | 0:28:08 | |
Yet, all over the country, street parties were held | 0:28:08 | 0:28:11 | |
to celebrate the start of The Betty Windsor Show. | 0:28:11 | 0:28:14 | |
When the golden couple married in 1947, | 0:28:19 | 0:28:21 | |
the following was lavished on the ceremony - | 0:28:21 | 0:28:25 | |
jewellery from other Royals, a washing machine, | 0:28:25 | 0:28:28 | |
a fridge, 76 handkerchiefs, | 0:28:28 | 0:28:31 | |
148 pairs of stockings, 38 handbags, | 0:28:31 | 0:28:34 | |
16 nightgowns, 500 cases of tinned pineapple, | 0:28:34 | 0:28:37 | |
10,000 telegrams, 2,000 guests, | 0:28:37 | 0:28:40 | |
five kings, seven queens, eight princes, and ten princesses. | 0:28:40 | 0:28:46 | |
And for the 10,000 pearls sewn onto her wedding dress, | 0:28:46 | 0:28:50 | |
Her Majesty allegedly saved all her clothing coupons. | 0:28:50 | 0:28:53 | |
PARTY HORNS SQUEAK | 0:28:53 | 0:28:55 | |
Even more money was wasted on her coronation, | 0:28:55 | 0:28:59 | |
as yet another fossil monarchy justified its existence by "tradition", | 0:28:59 | 0:29:04 | |
and deluded itself with the notion of "duty". | 0:29:04 | 0:29:06 | |
Privileged to the last, whilst in England's green and pleasant land, | 0:29:06 | 0:29:10 | |
the rest of the nation survived | 0:29:10 | 0:29:13 | |
on rationing in some of the worst slums in Europe. | 0:29:13 | 0:29:18 | |
And in bonny Scotland, they gave Her Majesty a 21-hose salute. | 0:29:19 | 0:29:25 | |
Or maybe they were just taking the piss. | 0:29:25 | 0:29:27 | |
# Vivat | 0:29:33 | 0:29:35 | |
# Regina | 0:29:35 | 0:29:37 | |
# Vivat Regina Elizabetha | 0:29:39 | 0:29:43 | |
# Vivat! Vivat! Vivat! # | 0:29:44 | 0:29:47 | |
After Korea, EOKA, and Mau Mau, | 0:29:55 | 0:29:57 | |
India had gone. Soon Africa would go. | 0:29:57 | 0:30:01 | |
Then Suez as a last hurrah, leaving only a fading memory | 0:30:01 | 0:30:06 | |
of when most of the globe was red, | 0:30:06 | 0:30:08 | |
and Victoria was the first and only diminutive bourgeoisie imperatrix. | 0:30:08 | 0:30:14 | |
Betty and Phil with a thousand flunkies. | 0:30:18 | 0:30:22 | |
"The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all your time." | 0:30:24 | 0:30:27 | |
Willem de Kooning. | 0:30:27 | 0:30:29 | |
"The trouble with being rich is that it takes up everybody else's." | 0:30:29 | 0:30:33 | |
After farce...realism. | 0:30:36 | 0:30:39 | |
The heart that beats beneath the heart is tender, is not savage. | 0:30:45 | 0:30:50 | |
It beats in time, though years apart from struggle's silent marriage | 0:30:50 | 0:30:56 | |
of storm and stress, of quiet love, | 0:30:56 | 0:30:59 | |
as when the lights begin to fall and he just smiles | 0:30:59 | 0:31:03 | |
as she just hums, a tune that fitted like a glove, | 0:31:03 | 0:31:07 | |
that tapped its rhyme, still and small, into their room, | 0:31:07 | 0:31:11 | |
when nightfall thrums a kind of peace | 0:31:11 | 0:31:14 | |
that soothes the heart and lets the years fall from nought and down | 0:31:14 | 0:31:20 | |
as they shuffle off to bed apart, | 0:31:20 | 0:31:23 | |
then meet again beneath the eiderdown. | 0:31:23 | 0:31:27 | |
# Someday | 0:32:02 | 0:32:04 | |
# We'll build a home | 0:32:05 | 0:32:07 | |
# On a hilltop high | 0:32:07 | 0:32:11 | |
# You and I | 0:32:12 | 0:32:15 | |
# Shiny and new | 0:32:15 | 0:32:19 | |
# A cottage that two | 0:32:19 | 0:32:22 | |
# Can fill | 0:32:22 | 0:32:25 | |
# And we'll be pleased | 0:32:28 | 0:32:31 | |
# To be called | 0:32:31 | 0:32:34 | |
# The folks who live | 0:32:36 | 0:32:38 | |
# On the hill | 0:32:38 | 0:32:41 | |
# Someday | 0:32:48 | 0:32:50 | |
# We may be adding | 0:32:50 | 0:32:55 | |
# A wing or two | 0:32:55 | 0:32:57 | |
# A thing or two | 0:32:58 | 0:33:02 | |
# We will make changes | 0:33:02 | 0:33:05 | |
# As any family will | 0:33:07 | 0:33:11 | |
# But we will always be called | 0:33:14 | 0:33:19 | |
# The folks who live | 0:33:22 | 0:33:25 | |
# On the hill | 0:33:25 | 0:33:28 | |
# Our veranda | 0:33:33 | 0:33:37 | |
# Will command a view | 0:33:37 | 0:33:40 | |
# Of meadows green | 0:33:40 | 0:33:43 | |
# The sort of view | 0:33:43 | 0:33:45 | |
# That seems to want | 0:33:45 | 0:33:48 | |
# To be seen | 0:33:48 | 0:33:51 | |
# And when the kids grow up | 0:33:54 | 0:33:58 | |
# And leave us | 0:33:58 | 0:34:01 | |
# We'll sit and look | 0:34:03 | 0:34:06 | |
# At that same old view | 0:34:06 | 0:34:10 | |
# Just we two | 0:34:10 | 0:34:14 | |
# Baby and Joe | 0:34:14 | 0:34:18 | |
# Who used to be | 0:34:18 | 0:34:21 | |
# Jack and Jill | 0:34:21 | 0:34:24 | |
# The folks who like to be called | 0:34:26 | 0:34:30 | |
# What they have always been called | 0:34:33 | 0:34:40 | |
# The folks who live | 0:34:42 | 0:34:46 | |
# On the hill. # | 0:34:46 | 0:34:53 | |
By the waters of Babylon, where we sat down, | 0:35:06 | 0:35:10 | |
we wept when we remembered Zion. | 0:35:10 | 0:35:13 | |
And they that carried us away captive | 0:35:13 | 0:35:16 | |
required of us a song, saying, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion." | 0:35:16 | 0:35:21 | |
But how shall we sing in a strange land? | 0:35:21 | 0:35:26 | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. | 0:35:26 | 0:35:29 | |
# For goodness sake | 0:35:29 | 0:35:31 | |
# I got the hippy, hippy shakes | 0:35:32 | 0:35:35 | |
# Yeah, I got the shakes | 0:35:36 | 0:35:37 | |
# I got the hippy, hippy shakes | 0:35:39 | 0:35:42 | |
# Ooh, I can't sit still... # | 0:35:42 | 0:35:44 | |
And in an era when pop music was still demure, before Presley, | 0:35:44 | 0:35:49 | |
before the Beatles - John, Paul, George and Ringo - | 0:35:49 | 0:35:52 | |
not so much a musical phenomenon, | 0:35:52 | 0:35:54 | |
more like a firm of provincial solicitors. | 0:35:54 | 0:35:56 | |
When they are given the freedom of the city, Teddy Johnson and Pearl Carr, | 0:36:00 | 0:36:04 | |
Dickie Valentine, Lita Roza, Alma Cogan, | 0:36:04 | 0:36:07 | |
sedate British pop was screamed away on a tide of Merseybeat | 0:36:07 | 0:36:13 | |
and the witty lyric and the well-crafted love song | 0:36:13 | 0:36:15 | |
seeming as antiquated as antimacassars or curling tongs. | 0:36:15 | 0:36:20 | |
After the rise of rock and roll, my interest in popular music waned. | 0:36:24 | 0:36:28 | |
And as it declined, my love of classical music increased. | 0:36:28 | 0:36:32 | |
Sibelius, Shostakovich and my beloved Bruckner. | 0:36:32 | 0:36:37 | |
Then, in my overwrought adolescent state of mind, I discovered Mahler | 0:36:37 | 0:36:42 | |
and responded completely to his every overwrought note. | 0:36:42 | 0:36:46 | |
And in classical music, they had such wonderful foreign names - | 0:36:48 | 0:36:52 | |
Amy Shuard, Otto Klemperer, Elisabeth Schwarzkopf, Anneliese Rothenberger. | 0:36:52 | 0:36:57 | |
Furtwangler and Munch, Knappertsbusch and Gauk, | 0:36:57 | 0:37:00 | |
Robert Merrill and Jussi Bjorling, the Pearl Fishers. | 0:37:00 | 0:37:05 | |
But there was still ballroom dancing, | 0:37:15 | 0:37:17 | |
as staid as a funeral parlour. | 0:37:17 | 0:37:19 | |
Hectares of tulle, Brylcreem, and the Fishtail. | 0:37:19 | 0:37:23 | |
accompanied by Victor Silvester and his famous orchestral whine, | 0:37:23 | 0:37:26 | |
as thin as a two-step, as quick as a foxtrot. | 0:37:26 | 0:37:30 | |
ALL CHANT | 0:37:44 | 0:37:46 | |
ALL CHANT | 0:37:54 | 0:37:58 | |
A thousand-throng Aintree racecourse for the biggest event of the steeplechasing world, | 0:38:01 | 0:38:06 | |
the Grand National. | 0:38:06 | 0:38:07 | |
Umbrella weather won't stop the crowds coming to this racing classic. | 0:38:07 | 0:38:11 | |
All of Britain listened to the Grand National on radios as small and brown as Hovis, made bets, | 0:38:11 | 0:38:17 | |
off-course and absolutely illegal, | 0:38:17 | 0:38:19 | |
but it was only once a year and a shilling win, so where was the harm? | 0:38:19 | 0:38:23 | |
Sundew, ESB, Early Mist. | 0:38:23 | 0:38:27 | |
Even Mum opened her purse for her annual little flutter and said, | 0:38:27 | 0:38:31 | |
"I really fancy Quare Times... each way." | 0:38:31 | 0:38:35 | |
M'as-Tu-Vu has a slight lead from Sundew as they turn away | 0:38:35 | 0:38:38 | |
from the stands and back towards the 14 jumps they have to tackle again. | 0:38:38 | 0:38:42 | |
Bob Danvers-Walker, the voice of British Pathe, | 0:38:42 | 0:38:45 | |
Michael O'Hehir, Peter O'Sullevan - the voices of racing, | 0:38:45 | 0:38:49 | |
listening to their controlled excitement pouring through the wireless. | 0:38:49 | 0:38:53 | |
And Quare Times, who cost his owner only 300 guineas, | 0:38:53 | 0:38:57 | |
has won the National. A 12-lengh victory... | 0:38:57 | 0:39:00 | |
Mum, smiling at her small win, and those who've lost think, "Well, there's always next year. | 0:39:00 | 0:39:05 | |
"God willing." | 0:39:05 | 0:39:07 | |
The 12th of July and the Orange Day Parade through the city, | 0:39:09 | 0:39:14 | |
winding their way towards Exchange station and Southport | 0:39:14 | 0:39:17 | |
to toast King Billy, | 0:39:17 | 0:39:19 | |
and say, "Fuck the Pope, and all those Fenian bastards." | 0:39:19 | 0:39:23 | |
Whatever, whoever they were. | 0:39:23 | 0:39:26 | |
And on the train coming home, | 0:39:27 | 0:39:28 | |
slightly the worse for wear, howling at the papist moon. | 0:39:28 | 0:39:33 | |
But no religious divide in my street, | 0:39:36 | 0:39:38 | |
just quiet acceptance that Catholics did everything in mysterious Latin, | 0:39:38 | 0:39:43 | |
while Protestants sang Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam | 0:39:43 | 0:39:47 | |
in plain, no-nonsense English. | 0:39:47 | 0:39:49 | |
Although, sometimes, | 0:39:49 | 0:39:51 | |
it felt as if one's entire world was one long Sunday afternoon. | 0:39:51 | 0:39:57 | |
Nothing to do, nowhere to go. | 0:39:57 | 0:39:59 | |
Then Mum or one of my sisters would say, | 0:39:59 | 0:40:02 | |
"Lets have a day out next week," | 0:40:02 | 0:40:04 | |
and the ensuing seven days were streaked and gilded. | 0:40:04 | 0:40:09 | |
But you still had to wait. | 0:40:09 | 0:40:12 | |
Those days, queuing was de rigeur, | 0:40:14 | 0:40:16 | |
queuing modestly for modest entertainment at the local fete | 0:40:16 | 0:40:19 | |
in posh parts of the city like Stoneycroft, | 0:40:19 | 0:40:23 | |
where they sounded their Hs and knew what sculleries were. | 0:40:23 | 0:40:27 | |
A jumble sale, a fancy dress parade, a foot race, with someone collapsing of heatstroke, | 0:40:30 | 0:40:35 | |
because the temperature rose a couple of degrees above freezing. | 0:40:35 | 0:40:40 | |
The scouts, darts, and a May queen crowned. | 0:40:44 | 0:40:49 | |
A nation deprived of luxury, relishing these small delights. | 0:40:49 | 0:40:54 | |
Decorated prams and bicycles, | 0:40:54 | 0:40:57 | |
a smattering of applause, all the fun of the fair. | 0:40:57 | 0:41:01 | |
So to New Brighton, only a ferry ride away, | 0:41:06 | 0:41:10 | |
but happiness on a budget. | 0:41:10 | 0:41:12 | |
They board in black and white, | 0:41:14 | 0:41:16 | |
then disembark in colour, for things were changing. | 0:41:16 | 0:41:20 | |
World War II was over - peacetime, and hardship eased. | 0:41:20 | 0:41:25 | |
And all day on the beach, completely unsupervised, | 0:41:28 | 0:41:31 | |
with no factor 200 sunblock, and safe as houses, little baby Joyce. | 0:41:31 | 0:41:36 | |
Tarquin and Gemma being, as yet, unknown. | 0:41:36 | 0:41:41 | |
Stiff at joy time with Auntie Lil. | 0:41:41 | 0:41:46 | |
Bathing beauty competitions, in their day harmless, now as quaint | 0:41:48 | 0:41:52 | |
as the bustle, now as unacceptable as Chinese foot-binding. | 0:41:52 | 0:41:56 | |
Pretty young women being kissed by the Lord Mayor, given a sash, | 0:41:59 | 0:42:03 | |
a trophy, and some small modest fame. | 0:42:03 | 0:42:06 | |
-And, oh, how we laughed. -LAUGHTER | 0:42:06 | 0:42:10 | |
A stroll along the prom, deckchairs and the floral clock. | 0:42:10 | 0:42:15 | |
Sand in the egg sandwiches, | 0:42:15 | 0:42:18 | |
tea at three, then a snooze. | 0:42:18 | 0:42:22 | |
New Brighton rock, as sweet as sick, | 0:42:22 | 0:42:25 | |
and gobstoppers that would last until your middle age. | 0:42:25 | 0:42:29 | |
A ride or two, then the miniature railway. | 0:42:32 | 0:42:37 | |
Then maybe to the dance, maybe a jive, | 0:42:37 | 0:42:40 | |
maybe a gin and orange, and maybe love. | 0:42:40 | 0:42:44 | |
Kiss me quick and roll me over, announce an engagement, plan a wedding. | 0:42:46 | 0:42:50 | |
Taffeta skirts and blue serge, youth that cannot end, | 0:42:50 | 0:42:55 | |
hopes as high as Blackpool Tower, when all the world was young | 0:42:55 | 0:43:00 | |
and knew no bounds. | 0:43:00 | 0:43:01 | |
BAND MUSIC PLAYS | 0:43:01 | 0:43:04 | |
Then the journey home, tired. | 0:43:12 | 0:43:15 | |
Cocoa and toast, and happiness unlimited. | 0:43:15 | 0:43:20 | |
"The golden moments pass and leave no trace." | 0:43:26 | 0:43:30 | |
Chekhov. | 0:43:30 | 0:43:32 | |
We had hoped for paradise. | 0:45:18 | 0:45:19 | |
We got the anus mundi. | 0:45:22 | 0:45:24 | |
Rise. Oh, rise. | 0:49:51 | 0:49:52 | |
Oh, surely thou shalt rise. | 0:49:52 | 0:49:55 | |
But not before the opening of the Metropolitan Cathedral of Christ the King, | 0:49:55 | 0:49:59 | |
inaugurated by Cardinal Heenan in his brand-new frock. | 0:49:59 | 0:50:03 | |
The Vatican's response to Schiaparelli. | 0:50:03 | 0:50:06 | |
I had lived my spiritual and religious life | 0:50:06 | 0:50:10 | |
under Popes Pius XII, John XXIII and Clitoris the Umpteenth, which is enough to turn anyone pagan. | 0:50:10 | 0:50:16 | |
As far as I knew, Holy Mother Church still wanted me, but I no longer wanted her. | 0:50:16 | 0:50:23 | |
For I was now a very happy, very contented, born again atheist. | 0:50:23 | 0:50:28 | |
Thank God. | 0:50:28 | 0:50:30 | |
Oh, come all ye faithful, | 0:50:30 | 0:50:32 | |
have another plateful. | 0:50:32 | 0:50:35 | |
Municipal architecture, dispiriting at the best of times | 0:56:05 | 0:56:09 | |
but, when combined with the British genius for creating the dismal, | 0:56:09 | 0:56:12 | |
makes for a cityscape that is anything but Elysian. | 0:56:12 | 0:56:16 | |
MAN HUMS LULLABY | 0:56:19 | 0:56:21 | |
Out to sea, the dawn wind wrinkles and slides. | 0:57:15 | 0:57:20 | |
I am here or elsewhere. | 0:57:20 | 0:57:24 | |
In my end is my beginning. | 0:57:25 | 0:57:28 | |
We meet our destiny on the road we take to avoid it - | 0:57:31 | 0:57:36 | |
Carl Jung. | 0:57:36 | 0:57:37 | |
I said to my soul, be still and let the dark come upon you, which shall be the darkness of God. | 0:57:40 | 0:57:47 | |
I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, | 0:57:49 | 0:57:53 | |
for hope would be hope for the wrong thing. | 0:57:53 | 0:57:57 | |
Wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing. | 0:57:57 | 0:58:01 | |
There is yet faith, but the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. | 0:58:01 | 0:58:07 | |
The rest is not our business. | 0:58:07 | 0:58:09 | |
At the still point of the turning world, suspended in time between pole and tropic | 0:58:09 | 0:58:15 | |
and all is always now. | 0:58:15 | 0:58:18 | |
Home is where one starts from. | 0:58:18 | 0:58:21 | |
As we grow older, the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated, of dead and living. | 0:58:21 | 0:58:27 | |
There is a time for the evening under starlight, | 0:58:27 | 0:58:31 | |
a time for the evening under lamplight, | 0:58:31 | 0:58:33 | |
the evening with the photograph album. | 0:58:33 | 0:58:36 | |
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter. | 0:58:36 | 0:58:41 | |
I said to my soul, be still | 0:58:41 | 0:58:43 | |
and accept this, my chanson d'amour for all that has passed. | 0:58:43 | 0:58:49 | |
But where, oh where are you, the Liverpool I knew and loved? | 0:58:49 | 0:58:54 | |
Where have you gone without me? | 0:58:54 | 0:58:56 | |
And now I'm an alien in my own land. | 0:58:56 | 0:58:59 | |
O tempora, O mores. | 0:59:00 | 0:59:04 | |
O the times, O the fashions. | 0:59:04 | 0:59:07 | |
Tread gently, stranger, as you softly turn the key, | 0:59:08 | 0:59:13 | |
to unlock time and cause the years to fall towards their end. | 0:59:13 | 0:59:17 | |
Speak low, love, but speak wisely | 0:59:17 | 0:59:20 | |
for frail time hangs by a thread above the world | 0:59:20 | 0:59:24 | |
with only hope to keep us safe. | 0:59:24 | 0:59:27 | |
Tap lightly at the door, then close it with a silent shock, | 0:59:27 | 0:59:32 | |
but never, ever yield to the night. | 0:59:32 | 0:59:36 | |
We shall return with hope to the good earth, | 1:01:22 | 1:01:26 | |
and you, my dear children, | 1:01:26 | 1:01:30 | |
you are the earth. | 1:01:30 | 1:01:32 | |
But, I reason, earth is short, | 1:01:40 | 1:01:42 | |
and anguish absolute, | 1:01:42 | 1:01:46 | |
and many are hurt, | 1:01:46 | 1:01:48 | |
but what of that? | 1:01:48 | 1:01:51 | |
I reason, we could die, | 1:01:53 | 1:01:56 | |
the best vitality cannot excel decay, | 1:01:56 | 1:02:00 | |
but what of that? | 1:02:00 | 1:02:03 | |
I reason that in heaven, somehow it will be even, | 1:02:04 | 1:02:08 | |
some new equation given... | 1:02:08 | 1:02:12 | |
..but what of that? | 1:02:13 | 1:02:15 | |
We shall not cease from exploration, | 1:03:03 | 1:03:06 | |
and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started | 1:03:06 | 1:03:11 | |
and to know the place for the first time, | 1:03:11 | 1:03:14 | |
through the unknown remembered gate, | 1:03:14 | 1:03:17 | |
when the last of earth left to discover | 1:03:17 | 1:03:19 | |
is that which was the beginning. | 1:03:19 | 1:03:22 | |
A condition of complete simplicity costing not less than everything. | 1:03:22 | 1:03:26 | |
And all shall be well, | 1:03:26 | 1:03:29 | |
and all manner of thing shall be well. | 1:03:29 | 1:03:33 | |
If all the world and love were young | 1:03:40 | 1:03:43 | |
and truth in every shepherd's tongue, | 1:03:43 | 1:03:45 | |
these pretty pleasures might me move | 1:03:45 | 1:03:48 | |
to live with thee and be thy love. | 1:03:48 | 1:03:51 | |
But time drives flocks from field to fold, | 1:03:51 | 1:03:55 | |
when rivers rage and rocks grow cold, | 1:03:55 | 1:03:58 | |
and Philomel becometh dumb, | 1:03:58 | 1:04:00 | |
the rest complains of cares to come. | 1:04:00 | 1:04:04 | |
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields to wayward winter reckoning yields. | 1:04:04 | 1:04:10 | |
A honey tongue, a heart of gall | 1:04:10 | 1:04:13 | |
is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. | 1:04:13 | 1:04:16 | |
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, | 1:04:16 | 1:04:20 | |
thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies | 1:04:20 | 1:04:23 | |
soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, | 1:04:23 | 1:04:28 | |
in folly ripe, in reason rotten. | 1:04:28 | 1:04:31 | |
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, | 1:04:32 | 1:04:34 | |
thy coral clasps and amber studs, | 1:04:34 | 1:04:37 | |
all those in me no means can move | 1:04:37 | 1:04:40 | |
to come to thee and be thy love. | 1:04:40 | 1:04:43 | |
But could youth last and love still breed, | 1:04:43 | 1:04:47 | |
had joys no date, nor age no need, | 1:04:47 | 1:04:51 | |
then those delights my mind might move | 1:04:51 | 1:04:55 | |
to live with thee and be thy love. | 1:04:55 | 1:04:58 | |
We are being gathered in | 1:05:05 | 1:05:07 | |
at gloaming. | 1:05:07 | 1:05:09 | |
Is it sleep | 1:05:17 | 1:05:20 | |
or is it death? | 1:05:20 | 1:05:22 | |
Good night, ladies. | 1:07:41 | 1:07:43 | |
Good night, sweet ladies. | 1:07:43 | 1:07:47 | |
Good night, good night, | 1:07:47 | 1:07:51 | |
good night. | 1:07:51 | 1:07:52 | |
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