Meet Rita & Tony For Dinner, Sandall Close, 13 February 1993

This was not one of the more successful evenings. In some ways it was a reprise of the charming Kim & Micky & ossobuco evening which helped cement me and Janie together…but a sort-of dystopian version of it.

It was not dustopian because of the food. Oh boy, the food was terrific. Janie’s Friday diary reads…

…collect ossobuco & Langues de chat biscuits & mascarpone [from La Pasena]

Osso Bucco – picture by Stu Spivack via Wikimedia Commons
Vegan Langue de chat (4708495681)

It was the company that made the evening dystopian.

Rita is one of Janie’s colleagues – even 25+ years later Janie still refers work to Rita when appropriate.

Now don’t get me wrong, I liked Rita. Rita is absolutely fine.

The problem at that time was that Rita was with a chap named Tony and Tony liked far right politics of the most venal kind. Rita and Tony as an item didn’t stand the test of time for all that long beyond this dystopian evening…

…nor indeed did Tony make it very deep into middle age. Stonk in the brain or something of that ilk. It isn’t ONLY the good who die young.

But the Rita and Tony partnership had, by then, lasted long enough to produce young Mark who was 10-12 years old. By all accounts, Mark has subsequently settled down but at that time he was a fully paid up member of the Tony-Loony-Tunes-Yoof and not averse to doling out a bit of lip.

None of the Mark and Tony shenanigans went down very well with me and Micky. I don’t think it went down too well with Rita either when the extent of the mismatch inevitably spilled over into the evening.

I seem to recall Kim subsequently finding it all rather amusing; she rather thrives on conflict in a funny way. Not to say that she found it acceptable; just that she preferred to laugh it off afterwards while Micky and I sought solace in incredulity.

That particular evening grouping was a one-off.

The food was terrific though.

A Submission Sheet Titled “Randall”, NewsRevue, 11 February 1993

Less than a month into Mark Bowden’s run, I was submitting material for Terry Randall’s run, which was due to start in early March 1993.

I don’t remember Terry Randall well – but I’m pretty sure he is this guy – click here...or if you prefer, click here.

He wasn’t as wild about my material as Mark Bowden nor one or two directors who soon followed. I think he might have written a fair bit of material himself and with his cast.

Anyway, this submission sheet at least shows the material that Mark Bowden and the preceding cast had been using – even more than I remembered!

LIST OF SONGS SUBMITTED AND TAPE TRACK LISTING

TERRY RANDALL MARCH-APRIL 1993 RUN

 

          Song Title Original Title/

 

Artist on Tape

Aprox. No. of Performances
       7+ 4-6   1-3 New/Nil
Inside A Femidom Under The Moon Of Love/Curtis Lee   Y    
Slobidan’s Army Oliver’s Army/Elvis Costello   Y    
White House Our House/Crosby Stills Nash & Young   Y    
My Genitalia My Generation/The Who       Y
I Gatt Round I Get Around/Beach Boys       Y
Better Face Heal The World/Michael Jackson   Y    
So Long Ma’am So Long Mom/Tom Lehrer       Y
Midnight Plane to Jordan Midnight Train to Georgia/Gladys Knight & Pips       Y
Coal Diggers Goldfinger/Shirley Bassey Y      
Closed to You Close to You/Carpenters   Y    
Snatchbroker Snatchbroker Matchmaker Matchmaker/Fiddler on the Roof Cast     Y  
Designer Delilah/Tom Jones       Y
Mad Mullah Moonshadow/Cat Stevens       Y
Mating A Bull With A Heffer Stairway To Heaven/Led Zeppelin     Y  
Don’t Leave Us This Space Don’t Leave Me This Way/Thelma Houston       Y
Marje Proops High Hopes (no recording – sorry)       Y
Standing On The Dole Queue Lambeth Walk (no recording – sorry)     Y  

 

Over At Janie’s For The Weekend, 5 to 7 February 1993

We’d got to the stage, by the end of 1992, that most of our getting togethers didn’t get specific mention as “Jane” or “Ian” in our respective diaries.

Yet this particular weekend, 5th to 7th February, is marked in Janie’s diary:

Ian over for weekend…

…and marked in mine…

Jane [with an arrow and a line through the weekend]

The significance of this, I think, is that we had not, untilt hat point or slightly beyond that point, considered spending the whole weekend together as a given. In fact, with Janie still taking a fair bit of weekend work and with me spending some weekend time writing the book with Michael etc, we rarely spent several days together.

Clearly we blocked this one out to spend the whole weekend together.

Janie also wrote:

Arab party?…

…in the Saturday, but I don’t think that happened. I think the New Years Eve party with lebanese food…

…became that party instead – probably because most of Janie’s lot used to go off skiing in the early weeks of the year.

There are some notes on Janie’s Friday page about food:

Strips of top side or buttock flattened out for beef olives…

…sounds like we ate well at Janie’s fair hand.

Rinderroulade-zutaten-02

Don’t Leave Us This Space, NewsRevue Lyric, 7 February 1993

Some Hamas forces got stuck out on some Lebanese hills on the borders with Israel…

…I know what you are thinking…this is not an easy subject for comedy. You are right and I was wrong.

But I had a reasonable go at it and it has balance. Writing now, 25 years later, I am proud of this lyric, even though it didn’t make the show. I remember Janie really liked it at the time…that mattered.

DON’T LEAVE US THIS SPACE

(To the Tune of “Don’t Leave Me This Way”)

 

INTRO – SUNG “MECCA” STYLE

Ay, ay ay ay ay ay ay, ay ay ay ay ay, ay ay

 

VERSE 1

Don’t leave us this space,

We can’t survive, can’t stay alive,

In Lebanon;

Don’t leave us this place,

We can’t exist, fundamentalist, Islamisists,

Don’t leave us this space.

 

CHORUS 1

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-amas,

Israeli soldiers burst in to grab us,

Cos they believe we’re causing Arab fuss,

They exiled us out to South Lebanon,

They say Israel has got a Jihad ban on,

So listen to Abdul Aziz Rantisi,

Now only Yizhak Rabin can set us free, {set us free, set us free}

 

VERSE 2

Don’t leave us this space,

We just can’t stand, this no man’s land,

With ice and breeze;

Don’t leave us this place,

In these harsh climbs, Sir Ranulph Finnes,

Would also freeze,

Don’t leave us this place.

 

CHORUS 2

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-shwari,

Has won around Boutros Boutros-Ghali,

She’s the Palestinian Mata-Hari,

Four hundred of us want reparations,

With the help of the United Nations,

But Israel won’t return us to Palestine,

Despite Resolution 799 {799, 799}.

 

OUTRO – DANCE OFF STAGE SINGING

Please let my people go, let my people go.

Here is a vid of Themla Houston belting Don’t Leave Me This Way:

…and here is a link to Thelma’s lyrics.

Mating A Bull With A Heffer, NewsRevue Lyric, 31 January 1993

Genetic engineering has been in the news, on and off, for a heck of a long time. e.g. 25 years ago at the time of writing (February 2018).

I wrote this very ambitious lyric for NewsRevue back then.

I mistakenly didn’t think it had been used – the show was chock full of my songs at that time anyhow and I wrote this early in a new run.

Normally a song needed to be spectacularly good to displace established material.

I don’t think this is spectacular, but there are some good lines in there, though I say so myself…

…and Mark Bowden and his cast seemed to like my stuff a lot. Anyway, you can judge for yourselves:

 

MATING A BULL WITH A HEFFER

(To the Tune of “Stairway to Heaven”)

 

VERSE 1

There are breeders who show X and Y Chromosomes,

And they’re mating a bull with a heffer;

The sperm’s sex they confirm just by dying the sperm,

And dividing a pair with electrons.

Ooohhh, ooohhh, and they’re finding a fair way to sex them.

 

VERSE 2

Now the ladys who know fertilise in vitro,

With a polymerase chain reaction;

The girls check on the sex of the sprog that’s due next,

But their fellows miss out on the action.

Ooohhh and it makes me wonder, whooohhh is going to fund ‘er?

 

MIDDLE BIT ONE

Once they have dyed and charged the sperm up, in a tea cup,

I’m gonna put my new blue genes on;

But this genetic engineering has me fearing,

If this world is still where I belong.

Ooohhh and it makes me wonder, ooohhh suppose they blunder:

 

MIDDLE BIT TWO

They’ll cross a mussel with a hedgehog, you’ll hear alarm bells,

Now Sonic plays DNA games;

Led Zeppelin’s lyrics are pretentious, and if you’re drunk,

You may imagine that their words rhyme.

 

CLIMAX

And once they’re further down the road,

Geneticists will write a tome,

Then buy and sell genetic code,

Cos they will know human genome,

And once the scheme of youth is sold,

We’ll live to be ten thousand old,

And once our aging process’ slowed,

We’ll spawn a twenty legg-ed toad,

French restaurants will buy a load.

And they’re breeding a pear with a head on.

(Lead singer holds up a grotesque effigy which is a talking doll covered with a large plastic pear.  The doll says “Mama” and the lights blackout)

Here is a vid of Led Zeppelin performing Stairway To Heaven, with lyrics:

A Quiet January, Dates-wise, 30 January 1993

Not much in Janie’s and my diaries for Janiary 1993 other than work and stuff, although I am pretty sure that we were spending most weekend time together by then.

I guess we were starting down the road of being people with whom we could do nothing together.

I did a couple of bridge and bookwriting sessions without Janie. Janie seemed to have given up on French lessons by the start of 1993 but was still taking Saturday work and going to the odd chiropody meeting.

On Sunday 17 January, although there is nothing in my diary, Janie has a whole load of notes about Steve Bright’s attempt to repair one of my reel-to-reel tape recorders. We must have been together for that.

The following weekend Janie notes that Ros was coming on the Sunday and I am pretty sure I first met Ros then.

“Two years ago you met a mystic woman named Ros.” “You can tell all that from the coffee grounds? Amazing!”

We went to Kim and Micky’s for dinner on that Tuesday evening (26 January).

On Saturday 30 January Janie and I schlepped out to Wallington to Paul James’s place for a party at his house. Paul was one of the Binder Hamlyn Management Consultancy partners and I remember being surprised to be invited, although I was doing a tiny bit of work with him at that time.

I seem to recall Janie quite enjoying the party but not to the extent that justified the schlep to Wallington.

Marje Proops, NewsRevue Lyric, 26 January 1993

I’m not sure what gossip columnist Marjorie Proops did or had done to her in January 1993 – must have been something in the press – just gossip I think, about her having an affair with a relative youngster. She survived until late 1996.

Anyway, here is my lyric, which I don’t think made it to the show. The show was awash with my material at that time anyway.

Neat little lyric, though.

MARJE PROOPS

(To the Tune of “High Hopes”)

 

VERSE 1

If you want vice at a newspaper price,

There’s a lot to be learned so seek advice.

Just what made that youthful gallant,

Want to thrill an agony aunt;

Anyone knows a gallant can’t,

Move an agony aunt.

 

CHORUS 1

But he had Marje Proops,

He had Marje Proops,

He had back of a barge, nose too large Proops.

So if you’re reading a solemn,

Agony column,

Just recall that gallant.

Oops there goes another agony aunt,

{Oops there goes another agony aunt,}

Oops there goes another agony aunt.

 

VERSE 2

When troubles fall and your back’s to the wall,

There are lots of advisors that you can call.

Once there was an elderly vamp,

Wanted fun with a juvenile scamp,

That youngster made his damp stamp,

On the elderly vamp.

 

CHORUS 2

Cos he had Marje Proops,

He had Marje Proops,

He had light brigade charge, specs too large Proops.

So if you’re not feeling fine,

On your advice line,

Just recall that young scamp.

Oops there goes another elderly vamp,

{Oops there goes another elderly vamp,}

Oops there goes another elderly vamp.

Wham bam!

Here is a vid of the song “High Hopes”:

Here is a link to the Sammy Cahn lyrics to High Hopes…

…I clearly still had Sammy Cahn on my mind so soon after his passing and my obituary lyric for the great lyricist.

The Sammy Cahn Obituary Lyric, 18 January 1993

Back to Marje Proops – I remember people at school teasing me that my mum looked like Marje Proops – I think it was mostly the cruel spectacles to be honest>

Mum = Marje Proops lookalike?

Letter To Mark Bowden, NewsRevue, 22 January 1993

Here is a letter I wrote to director, Mark Bowden, just after the start of the first run of 1993.

He and his cast took a shine to my songs. Perhaps too much of a shine; the show was ram-packed with them.

Here’s a link to the submission I sent that crew on 4 January 1993 – click here.

The following letter was written the day after the opening night.  I’ll up the songs referred to therein as soon as I am able:

                                                                                                                               22 January 1993

 

Dear Mark

 

Congratulations on a grand opening night.  I enjoyed the show very much and get the feeling that the other writers felt the same.  Please pass on my felicitations to the team.

 

I promised you some comments (hopefully constructive ones) once I had sobered up so here they are.  These you may take or bin.

 

FEMIDOM

 

I think this song would go down better later in the show (once more people are more drunk).  Consider “Coal Digger” or “Prince Charlie” as the warm up number.  The metre baffled me.  For what it’s worth – here is the metre I intended and tested thoroughly (to rigorous BS5750 standards etc):

 

Loving you is so fantastic, inside a Femidom,

With your coat of thermoplastic, known as the Femidom;

This vaginal {this vaginal} polyvinyl {polyvinyl},

Is an artificial con,

Little darling let’s bonk and tonk, inside a Femidom {a Femidom}

We only bought the one, because the price is so steep,

By the time you got it on, I’d long since gone off to sleep; etc etc

 

WHITE HOUSE

 

Seemed a bit static – consider bringing the other rednecks on once they are mentioned – to create a bit more movement.  This is actually a very difficult song and you did it surprisingly well.

 

SLOBIDANS ARMY

 

Also a very difficult song – I thought the delivery was excellent.  I don’t really think the audience is supposed to laugh much until the last few lines – they should be half wanting to laugh and half thinking how awful it all is.  That balance came across very well I felt.  Consider substituting Sudan for Iran at the end as it has just hit the news this morning.

 

COAL DIGGER

 

Well done!  I’d like you to think about the metre on the following lines as the joke is lost unless it is right.

 

And the miners all – know they’ve been pissed on,

Cos the mining in-dustry’s gone.

 

MICHAEL JACKSON

 

Total triumph – very pleased with this one.  “There are people starving but I’m the last one laughing,” ended up negative somehow but otherwise I cannot imagine it being done better.

 

Hope all this helps – and its tough if it doesn’t help.

Well done once again to you all – look forward to seeing you soon.

Standing On The Dole Queue, NewsRevue Lyric, 20 January 1993

My log describes this one as “NewsRevue anthem/closing number”, so I think it was used for quite a few weeks.

There was a bit of a recession in the West End show world at the time. This lyric was fitting for NewsRevue at that time, for sure.

STANDING ON THE DOLE QUEUE

(To the Tune of “The Lambeth Walk”)

 

VERSE 1

When you’re down Theatreland,

See performers on the Strand;

Full cast and crew,

Standing in the dole queue;

Yeh.

 

VERSE 2

Me and my girl won’t survive,

Annie get P45;

Carmen Jones too,

Looking for work to do;

Yeh.

 

MIDDLE BIT

Dozens of West End sorties,

Collecting UB40s;

Now that you’ve done enjoyment,

Unemployment.

 

VERSE 3

If your West End show should fail,

You’ll soon be down Maida Vale;

Full cast and crew,

Trying for News Revue,

Yeh.

Here is a vid of the Lambeth Walk:

There are actually municipal instructions on how to do the Lambeth Walk – you can find them by clicking here.

You can see the lyrics to the song Lambeth Walk by clicking here.

I realise now that the “yehs” should be “ois” – what on earth was I thinking?

So Long Ma’m, I’m Off To Bomb Saddam, NewsRevue, 18 January 1993

These lyrics are a parody of Tom Lehrer’s marvellous tragi-comic song, So Long Mom.

Click here or below for a link to a YouTube vid showing one of Tom Lehrer’s renditions of his own wonderful song…

…and here is a link to the lyrics and chords.

I wrote my version during the metaphorical-interregnum between George H Bush and Bill Clinton.

It returns to my mind at the time of writing this (November 2016) with some trepidation while we await Donald Trump’s succession from Barack Obama. Oh dear.

♬ SO LONG MA’M ♬

(To the Tune of “So Long Mom”)

CHORUS 1

So long Ma’m,

I’m off to bomb Saddam,

So don’t wait up for me;

And while he’ll swelter,

In his air raid shelter,

Baghdad will be,

A pile of debris.

Saddam’s aggressive malarkey,

Means we shall slaughter Iraqis,

We don’t mind killing poor darkies,

To get our point across;

He’s upset George Bush and Billy Clinton,

And he’s made them jointly very cross.

VERSE 

Bill Jefferson Clinton is the US Pressie,

And no frightened jessie is he;

He and Bush agreed to write a massive hit list,

Forget pacifist,

Tendencies;

Bill is creating his mark,

Annihilating Iraq.

CHORUS 2

So long Ma’m,

I’m off to bomb Saddam,

So don’t wait up for me.

Perhaps I shall choose,

Tornado or cruise,

In order to free,

A Kurd and Sunni.

Now Bill is smoking less pot,

He’d like to kill a despot,

We’ll blanket bomb the best spot,

Within our range and space;

Annul Saddam and come back once over,

When another loony takes his place.

copyright © Ian Harris 1993

Here is a small update from late June 1993:

SO LONG MA’M – VERSION TWO

(To the Tune of “So Long Mom”)

CHORUS 1

So long Ma’m,

I’m off to bomb Saddam,

So don’t wait up for me;

And while he’ll swelter,

In his air raid shelter,

Baghdad will be,

A pile of debris.

Saddam’s aggressive malarkey,

Means we shall slaughter Iraqis,

We don’t mind killing poor darkies,

To get our point across;

He’s upset George Bush and tried to kill him,

Which has made Bill Clinton very cross (yeh).

VERSE 

Bill Jefferson Clinton is the US Pressie,

And no frightened jessie is he;

He and Colin Powell drew up a massive hit list,

Forget pacifist,

Tendencies;

Bill is now making his mark,

Annihilating Iraq.

CHORUS 2

So long Ma’m,

I’m off to bomb Saddam,

So don’t wait up for me.

Perhaps I shall use,

Tornado or cruise,

But don’t take offence,

This is self defence.

Now Bill is smoking less pot,

He’d like to kill a despot,

So blanket bomb the best spot,

Within our range and space;

Annul Saddam then come back once over,

When another loony takes his place.

I wrote a more substantial update 11 October 1994:

SO LONG MA’AM – AUTUMN 1994 REMIX
(To the Tune of “So Long Mom”)

CHORUS 1

So long Ma’am,
I’m off to bomb Saddam,
So don’t wait up for me;
And while he’ll swelter,
In his air raid shelter,
Baghdad will be,
A pile of debris.

Saddam’s aggressive malarkey,
Means we shall slaughter Iraqis,
We don’t mind killing poor darkies,
To get our point across;
He’s upset Kuwait and massed his forces,
Which has made Bill Clinton very cross (yeh).

VERSE

Bill Jefferson Clinton is the US Pressie,
And no frightened Jesse is he;
He and pal Al Gore drew up a massive hit list,
Forget pacifist,
Tendencies;
Bill is now making his mark,
Annihilating Iraq.

CHORUS 2

So long Ma’am,
I’m off to bomb Saddam,
So don’t wait up for me.
Perhaps I shall use,
Tornado or cruise,
But don’t take offence,
This is self defence.

Now Bill is smoking less pot,
He’d like to kill a despot,
So blanket bomb the best spot,
Within our range and space;
Annul Saddam then come back once over,
When another loony takes his place.