Letter To Steve Parsons Re NewsRevue, 6 March 1994

Steve Parsons 6 March 1994
News Revue
 
Dear Steve
 
SONGS
 
I enclose this weeks offerings and hope you like them. I have given you two versions of The Boy From New York City, as my song borrows structure from both.
 
The tape also includes a couple of tracks that Nick R Thomas asked me to tape for you; apparently you have his lyrics but couldn’t trace the tunes.
 
As I said on Thursday, your team are all bursting with talent. I’m sure that the run will be excellent once they all relax and enjoy themselves on stage (they were probably already doing just that by Friday last!)
 
Looking forward to seeing you all later in the week.
 
Yours sincerely
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ian Harris
Encs
 

They Are The Tories, NewsRevue Lyric, 6 March 1994

Yet another lyric which my log claims I penned on 6 March 1994. I’m not sure if this one was used or not; I don’t think it was…or if it was I don’t think it worked in the show.

Some good lines though, matching the lines from I Am The Walrus quite neatly.

_ THEY ARE THE TORIES _

(To the Tune of "I Am The Walrus")

VERSE 1

It’s absurd that such a turd as Douglas Hurd can run our foreign office;
See how they run those bits of a gun see how the arms, are firing.
Sitting in a courtroom, waiting for Lord Justice Scott,
Parliamentary penguins tried to cover proof up,
My they’ve all been naughty boys they are a wicked lot.

CHORUS 1

They are the egg heads {ooooh} they sold the war heads {ooooh},
They are the Tories, goob goob ga joob.

MIDDLE EIGHT

Sitting in a Baghdad garden waiting for the gun,
If the gun don’t come,
They’ll buy their Scuds from Georgia or from Ukraine.

CHORUS 2

They are the despots {ooooh}, they have the death squads {ooooh},
They are the warlords, goob goob go joob.

VERSE 2

Matrix Churchill bosses were still going down Old Bailey thanks to you,
Ministers all signed except for Heseltine says Justice Scott’s, inquiry;
(Inquiry, inquiry, inquiry.)
Yellow man don’t trust Hurd,
Although he can speak Mandarin;
Mahatir Mohamad’s angry in Malaysia,
Cos the English press say’s he made on the Pergau Dam.

CHORUS 3

They were the aid men {ooooh}, now there’s no trade men {ooooh},
They are the Tories, goob goob ga joob goob goob goob ga joob ga goob.
Oompa oompa stuff Kuala Lumpur, Kuala Lumpur stick it up your jumper, oompa oompa damn Kuala Lumpur…….(exit gracefully).

Here is a video of The Beatles singing I Am The Walrus:

Reject, NewsRevue Lyric (Unused/Incomplete), 6 March 1994

I must have written this one at the same time as The Graft In Little Rock City…

…but it is incomplete and I didn’t even catalogue it, so my guess is that I felt it was less than satisfactory and was waiting for inspiration and/or the news to revive it…

…then I forgot all about it for 25 years.

Anyway, here it is. The idea of Hillary Clinton belting a lyric to the tune of Respect still pleases me…but probably not quite this lyric.

_ REJECT _

(To the Tune of "Respect")

VERSE 1

Hilary Clinton that’s me,
Bill should be a lot more PC;
All I’m asking is for a little less sex with bimbos
{just a little bit, just a little bit}
‘Specially when I’m home,
{just a little bit, just a little bit}

VERSE 2

Bill ain’t very strong, when it comes to women,
wrong woman
All I’m askin
Hit it, Billy C
(Sax Solo)

VERSE 3
give you money
return honey
give me proper home
re re

MIDDLE EIGHT
A REJECT
That’s what Bill considers me
DISSECT
I should cut off his willy.

OUTRO
Sock it to him sock it to him sock it to him sock it to him,
Sock it to him sock it to him sock it to him sock it to him,
just a little

Here is Aretha Franklin singing Respect with the lyrics on the screen:

While I’m at it, here is Otis Redding, who wrote the song, performing it live. Personally I love both the Otis and the Aretha versions of this song:

The Graft In Little Rock City, NewsRevue Lyric, 6 March 1994

Uploading this part of my lyric archive some 25 years after the event, April 2019, makes me realise that accusations of Presidential corruption in the USA are more commonplace than we tend to remember. Trump might be more awful and cartoon-villain-like than his predecessors, but many have had scandals hanging over their heads for much of their presidency.

I don’t recall this lyric being used much, if at all. Some good lines though. I had to look up Bernard Nussbaum – White House Counsel under Clinton…

…and I still couldn’t spell “Hillary” in 1994.

_ THE GRAFT IN LITTLE ROCK CITY _

(To the Tune of "The Boy From New York City")

INTRO – THE PRESS

De dum de, dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-de-dum,
De-dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-de-dum;
Oh-wah, oh-wah, cool cool Hilly, tell us how you worked with Governor Billy,
Oh-wah, oh-wah, Hilary Clinton, tell us all the things that you know went on.

VERSE 1 – HILARY CLINTON

We lived before, in Arkansas {yeh, yeh},
Which is the poorest US state you ever saw {yeh, yeh};
Bill’s a dope, who comes from Hope,
But with me pulling all his strings maybe he can cope {uh, uh}.
Oh-eee, you’ve gotta all believe, he don’t inhale {oh no} and don’t tell tales {oh no}.

MIDDLE EIGHT 1 – HILARY CLINTON

Bill thought that Whitewater was bonny, but still refused to sign;
He sold his colleagues up the Swanee, like Michael Hesteltine.

VERSE 2 – HILARY CLINTON

Oh-wah, oh-wah, we’ve no pity, tell us about the graft in Little Rock City;
Oh-wah, oh-wah, come on Hilary, the papers say that you both were ancillary.
I had a shock, in Little Rock {yeh, yeh},
When all those stories broke on where Bill stuck his cock {yeh, yeh};
If its true, he’s in deep doo-doo,
A la recherche de Paula Jones and Sally Perdue {who they?}.
Oh-eee, a press conspiracy, on how Bill grafts {yeh, yeh} and how he shafts {yeh yeh}.

MIDDLE EIGHT 2 – HILARY CLINTON

Now we’re in trouble for Whitewater, but if Bill’s got some sense;
He’ll take a tip from Shirley Porter, and shred all evidence; that’s smart.

OUTRO – PRESS AND HILARY OVERLAPPING LINES

{HILARY:Well alright, so he’s thick,
PRESS:Oh-wah, oh-wah, don’t be shitty, blow the gaff on graft in Little Rock City;}
{HILARY:But he’ll blame it all on Bernard Nussbaum so the flack don’t stick….
PRESS:Oh-wah, oh-wah, come on Hilary, the papers say the Clintons were ancillary}
(Repeat, dancing off)

Below or here is The Boy From New York City sung by The Ad Libs:

Here is a link to the lyrics of The Boy From New York City.

An Evening Of Dexterity & Quick Math Skills With Andrea Dean & Other(s), Probably 4 March 1994

Andra Dean recently (August 2020) found the above photograph, which she chose to e-mail to me wondering whether I remembered the infamous “Fruit ‘n’ Nut evening.

Of course I remembered it…vaguely. As did Andrea. We swapped notes.

It was supposed to be a bridge evening at Andrea’s place in Ormiston Grove, Shepherd’s Bush. Somebody didn’t turn up, so we couldn’t play bridge.

Andrea had been given the game Fruit ‘n’ Nut, probably Me magazine, possibly as a freebie and/or perhaps to review for the magazine.

At least three of us, possibly with an additional non-bridge playing fourth person, got really quite drunk and played Fruit ‘n’ Nut instead.

The juxtaposition of a citrus fruit in my mouth in the photograph suggests temporal proximity to the demise, in February 1994, of Stephen Milligan, who sadly died of autoerotic asphyxiation in similar circumstances…

…by which I mean “with an orange in his mouth”, not “while playing Fruit ‘n’ Nut round Andrea’s place”.

Stephen Milligan’s passing is said to have been one of the nails in the coffin of John Major’s hapless “Back To Basics” morality campaign. From my point of view, Milligan worked wonders for my Get Back To Basics NewsRevue lyric, which ran and ran in early 1994:

But returning to Shepherd’s Bush and the Fruit ‘n’ Nut evening, my abiding mystery questions revolve around who else was there and why we didn’t have four for bridge.

Around that time, we were mostly playing at my place, Daniel’s place or Andrea’s place. For some months, Marianne (Maz) had not been the fourth bridge person as she and Daniel had split up. For reasons known only to Daniel and Maz, it was Daniel who “got” me and Andrea as bridge companions in the “Daniel & Maz split settlement”. Later, when Daniel took the only practical step possible to avoid playing bridge with us – emigrating to Australia – Maz rejoined us and became a regular part of our irregular bridge arrangements for many years.

Anyway, I have a funny feeling that Daniel was part of the Fruit ‘n’ Nut mayhem, but I don’t know who the missing fourth person might have been. Tessa certainly became part of the group around that time – perhaps she had to withdraw at the last minute or something.

I don’t know why I associate Wendy with that evening – it might be a false memory – but it is the sort of crazy evening memory that tends to have Wendy’s fingerprints over it. Perhaps it was one of those evenings when Wendy had a go at playing bridge but we all gave up on the bridge idea early in favour of the fascinating and sophisticated card-based game that is Fruit ‘n’ Nut.

Anyway, this piece is a shout out to whoever else might have been there. Please let me and Andrea know if you were one of the Fruit ‘n’ Nut cases that evening. You can send us a private message if you wish, but public confessions as comments on this piece would be even more welcome.

Then there’s the question of what the game Fruit ‘n’ Nut is about. What is its central conceit? What are the nuances that make this game truly special? Is it comparable with bridge in terms of its call on cognitive ability and mental stamina?

Basically I remembered Fruit ‘n’ Nut as a slightly elaborated version of snap, with bespoke cards and a bell.

I recall distinctly that the amount of fun and profound meaning we were getting out of playing the game increased as the evening wore on. This might be because it is one of those games whose subtleties become apparent the more you play it…or it might be because we were all getting drunk as the evening wore on.

Andrea has gone one better than my dodgy memory. It’s the investigative journalist in her I guess. Andrea has researched the origins of the game on-line, even finding an instructional video.

It seems that Fruit ‘n’ Nut has different names in different places. In the USA it is known as Halli Galli. The above video is worth the investment of 2’20” for its serious mode of delivery if nothing else. It explains the game in excruciating detail and describes it as a blend of “dexterity and quick math skills”.

My recollection, in our version, was a requirement not only to strike the bell but also to ejaculate the phrase, “fruit and nut” as vociferously as possible. Was this our own playing condition or does this form part of the UK rule book?

Even the website Boardgamegeek seems a little light on detail for this game, but it is still an amusing and worthwhile read.

The lack of standardisation in the playing conditions and even in the naming of the game reminds me of the chaos that ensued in the 1870’s with lawn tennis (aka pelota, aka Sphairistikè); a subject I have been researching and writing up recently:

In the matter of tennis in the 1870s, naturally the Marylebone Cricket Club (MCC) was called upon to standardise and codify laws for the nascent sport of lawn tennis, as it had done for cricket and for real tennis.

I wonder whether the good services of the MCC might be called upon again, to become the international guardian of the laws of Fruit ‘n’ Nut. Indeed, not only the laws but also the spirit of the game, which is surely the very essence of the honourable sporting activity that is Fruit ‘n’ Nut. In particular, no “early peek” at the card you are about to turn over when it is your turn to lay a card.

Perhaps also there should be a dress code for the game. I’d suggest whites, but then as an MCC cricket and tennis sort of fellow, you’d expect nothing else.

Sadly, my sartorial standards back then were well below the requisite for such a sport, as the photograph from the evening sadly attests.

Even more sadly, the results of our matches were not recorded, so they are lost in the mists of time. I’m pretty sure that my ability to recognise shapes and count to five would not have been diminished by alcohol, although my bell-thumping speed and dexterity might have been adversely affected.

I suppose a rematch is out of the question?