Domestic Fuel, NewsRevue Lyric, 12 May 1993

I think this was one of the best lyrics I wrote for NewsRevue.

It was almost certainly the quickest, in terms of creative process.

The idea for it – based on the government’s imposition of VAT on domestic fuel for the first time in the UK – popped into my head as a Circle Line train approached High Street Kensington. I grabbed a piece of paper from my attache case, boarded the train and started writing.

I was done by the time we arrived at Notting Hill Gate – perhaps 90 seconds later, I still have the piece of paper somewhere – I’ll scan it and add it once I go through that part of my physical archive.

There is also a story attached to my witnessing the song’s first ever performance – a couple of weeks or so later. Keith Wickham was directing the show and I was very keen to attend the opening night; 27 May 1993.

I was in Manchester on business and arranged to leave quite early on the Thursday afternoon to be sure to arrive back in London on time. But I hadn’t accounted for several junctions of the M6 motorway to be a blocked by an accident, which meant hours of traffic jams and diversions.

I remember clearly writing off the idea of going home first…then writing off the idea of eating a proper meal before the show and eventually even writing off the idea of getting a beer and a packet of crisps in before curtain up. I think I drove much too fast once I got past the hazard and was lucky to get to the Canal Cafe Theatre at 20:00 on the dot and in one piece, just in time for curtain up.

I’m pretty sure that the crowning glory of that dash was, for me, to see Domestic Fuel performed and I’m pretty sure it was Rosie Cavaliero who performed it that night – perhaps Keith can confirm or deny.

Anyway, here’s the lyric:

DOMESTIC FUEL

(To the Tune of “Everything I Own”)

VERSE 1 – OLD BIDDY

Fuel sheltered me from harm,

Kept me warm, kept me warm;

Fuel gave my light to me,

‘lec-tric-ly, ‘lec-tric-ly;

But Tory ministers are cruel,

By taxing my domestic fuel.

CHORUS 1 – STILL WITH THE BIDDY

So I must give everything I own,

Give up my light, my hearth, my phone,

And cut my expenses to the bone;

Just to heat my flat again,

And to treat my sore chilblain.

VERSE 2 – A CRUEL TORY

This is someone who’s old,

Decrepit and bold,

Who is taking hand outs for granted;

We shall lose her one day,

Hypothermia, say,

Then there’s one less pension we must pay.

CHORUS 2 – STILL THE CRUEL TORY

(To audience)Cos we have taxed everything you earn,

(To Biddy)Now it’s the old must take their turn,

{BIDDY:  eh}

We’ll ignore health and age concern;

{BIDDY:  mustn’t grumble}

Just to balance books again,

Lower interest rates again,

Then we’ll tax her once again.

{BIDDY:I don’t want to be any trouble.}

Ben Murphy made a good recording of this one – you can listen below:

Not quite the power of the original performance – superbly done by Rosie Cavaliero – but that original performance is sadly lost in the mists of time.

If you want to know what Everything I Own sounds like when sung by Ken Booth, click here (where you can also read the lyrics) or watch the embedded vid below:

A Submission Sheet To Keith Wickham, NewsRevue, 11 May 1993

This is a useful note, in that it confirms that Keith Wickham went straight from cast to director at that time. It also helps confirm which of my extant batch of songs had not been used yet, to me, still felt current/useful.

If I recall correctly, Keith used plenty of mine, but probably not these ones.



LIST OF SONGS SUBMITTED AND TAPE TRACK LISTING


                                       KEITH WICKHAM MAY-JUNE 1993 RUN
 
Dear Keith
 
There seems little point in my submitting the material that is currently being used, as I believe that you and Dan are to continue in the show.  I am therefore just submitting material that has been cruelly overlooked before, some of which may match the skills of your new troop and which is not too long in the tooth.  I shall obviously submit new material as and when it comes to me.
 
Please do call me and let me know what sort of things you are short of/need and I shall try to oblige.
 
See you soon.
 

Song Title Original Title/Artist on Tape New/Nil
jimmy knapp jimmy mack/martha and the vandellas y
bosnia-herzegovina copacabana/barry manilow y
grunge clobber wearer guantanamera/pete seger y
zaire of the brat year of the cat/al stewart y
if i had a ….. if i had a hammer/trini lopez y
my genitalia my generation/who y
don’t leave me this space dont leave me this way/harold melvin & bluenotes y
heatwave heatwave/martha and the vandellas y
mushrooms under my skin i’ve got you under my skin/frank sinatra y
fair weather friend you’ve got a friend/carole king y

I Was Asil Nadir’s Girlfriend, NewsRevue Lyric, 9 May 1993

Asil Nadir was a Turkish Cypriot businessman whose conglomerate, Polly Peck, which owned Del Monte amongst many other well-known brands, got into a spot of difficulty around this time. Asil did a runner and remained a fugitive for a very long time. More recently he faced justice did time.

This lyric was not used as far as I can recall. It doesn’t have a great deal going for it, in truth.

I WAS ASIL NADIR'S GIRLFRIEND (To the Tune of "I Was Kaiser Bill's Batman")


(The girls each stand on opposite sides of the stage. The henchmen stand in between them. Ideally, the girls have blond wigs and the henchmen have dark glasses and jackets.)


VERSE 1 – GIRL NUMBER ONE

Asil Nadir made knickers here,
I was Asil Nadir’s girlfriend;
Now that Nadir’s in Nicosia,
I suppose I’m his ex girlfriend.
Gave me fresh tights three times a night,
All with a Polly Peck label;
I was the only girl made him feel right,
Till Asil bolted the stable.

VERSE 2 – GIRL NUMBER TWO

Asil Nadir was so sincere,
He was the man from Del Monte;
His fruit I guess made me say yes,
Like in a film by Visconti.
Went mad a bit, banana split,
He ran away from his court case;
He was so faithful and he left about,
Five hundred new shirts at my place.

VERSE 3 – THE HENCHMEN
(While the henchmen are singing – one of the girls goes behind them and finds the other girl)

Asil Nadir, {GIRL ONE: Asil loves me}
Hassle and fear, {GIRL TWO: Asil loves me}
We are Asil Nadir’s henchmen; {BOTH GIRLS: Asil Nadir’s true love}
Each of his dames, {GIRL ONE: Asil loves me}
Believe his claims, {GIRL TWO: Asil loves me}
She is the one girl he’s wenching. {BOTH GIRLS: Asil Nadir’s true love}
Asil Nadir, {GIRL ONE: Asil loves me}
Made our career, {GIRL TWO: Asil loves me}
Keeping his skirt segregated; {BOTH GIRLS: Hey, who the hell are you?}
If we should let those birds catch Asil out,
{BOTH GIRLS: We’ll both make Asil sweat}
We’ll both be deconjugated.
If we should let those birds catch Asil out,
We’ll both be deconjugated.
(The henchmen, spotting the girls are now together, both point and yell:)
Oy.

The above lyric works well to the tune of I Was Kaiser Bill’s Batman:

https://youtu.be/zQQ5sEOhbjQ

The One And Only Time My Parents Came To See NewsRevue, Canal Cafe Theatre, Guessing 6 May 1993

My parents only came to see NewsRevue once and it seems to have escaped my diary as an “event”.

In those days, I was regularly going on a Thursday evening as long as I didn’t have anything else on, so it could easily have been scheduled quite casually and I do not recall anything as event-like as having dinner with the folks before the show or anything like that.

Of course, we now (he says writing in 2019) know that NewsRevue is a Guiness World Record holding show which has been going for over 40 years:

…but I think to my folks, especially my mum, it was just some sophomoric thing I was doing as a vague hobby.

I remember dad liking the show.

I remember mum not liking it.

I remember the director, Michael Eriera, ever the professional, making a fuss over my parents for a while when they visited, which helped to make them feel special and was a nice touch.

The reason I think it was probably this particular Thursday (or the one after) is linked to my Michael Eriera-linked memory of that evening. I wasn’t around for all that many Thursdays of Michael’s runs.

I remember mum saying, I paraphrase only slightly:

I’d have thought you’d got all this sort of thing out of your system when you were at university, dear.

That was me told.

Still not totally out of my system – sorry mum.

A Letter To Michael Eriera Re NewsRevue, 5 May 1993

The lot of a NewsRevue writer – opinion polls don’t always help planning political comedy songs – especially when the polls move. Indeed the Liberals did pull off a surprise win in the Newbury by-election.

The Zany Tony Song is this one – here and below:

Beckett, Smith, Claire Short And Zany Tony Blair, NewsRevue Lyric, 23 April 1993

As for the Social Chapter opt out clause from the Maastricht treaty, it was something to do with labour laws and became obsolete even before the Brexity business…but in truth I’m none the wiser now…

                                                                 5 May 1993

 

Dear Michael

 

I have taken a look at the Zany Tony song and have concluded that you only need to change a couple of lines at the end for the song to work perfectly well in the event of a Liberal win.

 

Who needs alliance,

To gain triumphs?

The Liberals won it fair and square,

And the Labour chappie came nowhere,

We’re Beckett, Smith, Claire Short and zany Tony Blaire.

 

The Liberals seem to be doing so well that I suggest you swop in these lines for Thursday (and swop back to the original if the polls are wrong and the Tory limps home).

 

Consider also changing the spoken bit in the Maastricht song to cover the Social Chapter issue which seems to be so big this week.

 

MAJOR:This is a special bulletin.  Ma Stricht is the Tory Whip’s most considerably wanted treaty.  Oh yes.  If anyone can explain what the Social Chapter Opt Out clause means, please report immediately to Tory Central Office.

THATCHER:Don’t anybody move.  Hand over that treaty.

 

 

Please have a think about any new areas that you would like to me to cover over the next couple of weeks and we can chat about them on Thursday.  As you reckon that Keith is already warming up to take over, perhaps have a word with him about what he is looking for.  I am unlikely to get much chance to write again for a couple of weeks after the coming weekend.

 

See you tomorrow.

Cricket Sound Bites, NewsRevue Jotter Presumably, 17 April 1993

I have a heap of jotting pads I’ll want to trawl at some point, as part of my archive wallow, but here is a very rare example of me digitising some NewsRevue-oriented jottings in 1993.

It was the start of the cricket season, for the genuine (i.e. county) cricket lover, but much too early in the year for cricket to be in the news. So what was I doing jotting this stuff for NewsRevue?

Here’s what I think happened.

Michael Ereira’s run had started two days earlier – a breath of fresh air for us writers after a Terry Randall run packed with bawdy comedy of the cast and crew’s own making – see my smoker response clicking here or below:

Titty Titty Bum Bum, Presumably For A NewsRevue Smoker, 28 March 1993

Michael Eriera used a lot of my lyrics. I was particularly taken with a rendition of Don’t Fuck Up The Economy – the third lyric in the They Flew From Tuscany medley – click here or below – I’m pretty sure performed by Keith Wickham as John Major, including some excellent business with a cricket bat:

As Time Goes By or They Flew From Tuscany, NewsRevue Sketch and Medley, 10 October 1992

Keith might remember exactly what that cricket bat business was…or deny all knowledge/involvement.

Anyway, point is…

…that must have turned my mind to cricket and the potential for cricket-oriented NewsRevue lyrics.

The show had been blessed by a cracker the previous season – I’m pretty sure that it was by Jonny Hurst – You’ve Got To Pick A Cricket Ball Seam to the tune of Pick A Pocket Or Two from Oliver!

Indeed seam picking and inappropriate behaviour with barmaids was all I could think of in getting some ideas onto an e-jotter that April.

My guess is that I typed these ideas up in order to print the page out and chat ideas through with the team of writers at a writers meeting.

Sadly (or perhaps mercifully) nothing came of it – I don’t think I ever wrote a cricket-related piece for NewsRevue in the end – strange really.

Still, 1993 did turn out to be a very good year indeed for the county cricket lover, don’t ya think?

CRICKET SOUND BITES

(Some Bally Crickers Quickies That Have No Further To Go And May Just Be Enough)

 

CRICKET MEDLEY (A prize of 10p is offered to the first reader who can name the album from which all three songs in the medley originate)

 

NO WASIM (To the tune of “No Woman No Cry”)

No Wasim, no crime, no Wasim no crime,

 

And/or:No Waquar, no crime, no Waquar, no crime.

 

I SMOKED THE SILK CUT (To the tune of “I Shot The Sheriff”)

I smoked the Silk Cut,

But I didn’t smoke the dope or weed.

 

And/or:I chased the barmaid,

But I didn’t chase the drag on weed.

 

And/or:I pulled the barmaid,

But I didn’t pull or pick the seam.

 

GET UP STAND UP (To the tune of “Get Up Stand Up”)

Get up stand up, England cricket team,

Get up stand up, don’t just blame the seam.

The answer to the music “quiz” is of course Live! by Bob Marley and the Wailers – I must have been listening to side two that day. If you like this kind of music – here are some vids for you to enjoy. Not the versions from the album, but vids of live performances all.

…and finally a link to a live version of Get Up Stand Up, which includes all the lyrics.

 

Yugo Yugo, NewsRevue Lyric, 17 April 1993

I’m not sure whether this one ever saw the light of day in the show – Michael Eriera did used to use a lot of mine, even if they weren’t overtly funny.

But on re-reading this lyric 25 years later I am quite taken by some of the rhymes and in particular by the strength of sentiment I wanted to get across and, I think, managed to get across within a very sparse word pattern.

YUGO YUGO

(To the Tune of “Iko Iko”)

 

VERSE 1

My Grand Duke told your Grand Duke, the Balkan scene is dire;

My Grand Duke said to your Grand Duke, we’ll let them wallow in the mire.

 

CHORUS 1

Talking ’bout Yugo {Yugo} Yugo {Yugo}

Yugoslav-ee-i-ay; {Oh, oh}

Cannot interfere with Balkan ways, never mind the folks they slay.

 

VERSE 2

Look at those troops with blue berets, Boutros Boutros Ghali;

I bet you five dollars they do nothing today, UN troops will keep away.

 

CHORUS 2

Talking ’bout Boutros {Boutros} Boutros {Boutros}

Boutros Boutros Ghali; {Oh, oh}

Fails to save the Bosnian Muslims, fails to save the Somalis.

 

VERSE 3

My envoy told your envoy, Radovan’s a liar;

My envoy told your envoy, he’s goanna set Tuzla on fire.

 

CHORUS 3

Talking ’bout Cyrus {Cyrus} Cyrus {Cyrus}

Cyrus Vance and Owen; {Oh, oh}

When will the UN do anything, when will the UN go in?

 

VERSE 4

Look at those Serbs all dressed in green, Boutros Boutros Ghali;

They’re not just men they are killing machines, goanna rape and loot and slay.

 

CHORUS 4

I suggest you go {you go} you go {you go}

You go to Gorazde, {Oh, oh}

I shall keep a safe distance away, I shall stay at home and pray,

Yes, lets just stay at home and pray, lets just stay at home and pray;

{Boutros!!}

Below is a little vid with The Dixie Cups singing Iko Iko and the lyrics on the screen:

Letter To Michael Eriera At The Start Of A NewsRevue Run, 16 April 1993

An interesting letter to Michael Eriera, with whom I got on well and who liked my material. Useful as proof that some songs, about which I was unsure whether or not they ever featured in the show, were in fact used.

                                               16 April 1993

Dear Michael

Congratulations on a fine opening night.  I enjoyed the show and get the feeling that the other writers have been re-inspired.  Please pass on my compliments to the team.  Now that I have sobered up, I thought that some comments (hopefully they are constructive ones) may be helpful.

SLOWER NUMBERS (NORMAN LAMONT, WILL YOU EMPLOY ME)

I think these work surprisingly well the way you do them (I worry about the slow ones).  I was pleased to see the original Norman, rather than the less subtle rewrite that was in the show previously.  I decided I didn’t like Employ Me after I wrote it but you’ve made me change my mind.

JOHN MAJOR NUMBERS (DON’T FUCK UP THE ECONOMY, JOLTED JOHN)

I didn’t think there was anything else to say with Don’t Fuck Up, but Keith’s business with the cricket bat and that awful hat have brought it back to life.  Jolted John lacked something for me.  Perhaps Keith should be prepared to sound a bit less like John Major and more like a nerd in the original tune.  Try the spoken bits in between like theatrical asides.  That could also make it less static for the first few verses.

BETTER FACE

Needs something else.  I love the idea of Sonia doing it but it lacked the laughs.  It needs some OTT theatricality to it as it is not really a subtle song (rather, it has one subtle point and smells subtle).  I had the dubious privilege of seeing the video for the first time this morning and it gave me a few visual ideas.  Consider making one of the chorus a soldier rather than a child – you could spoof the “bass” in the last chorus.  Consider candle waving at the end (as long as you don’t burn down the pub).  If all else fails then by all means drop it – it’s had a good run before.  Please also remember to attribute the money to Save The Children Fund as I assigned the rights to them when I wrote it.

MAASTRICHT

Total success.  Proves the point that sailing close to the wind by doing some really difficult songs pays dividends.  Well done.

DESIGNER

Needs something.  I don’t think people could hear all the words.  It is really “a belter” – it cannot be too loud or too melodramatic.  I visualise him virtually in tears by the end – he is a ruined man and he’s telling us about it.  Consider knicker throwing – the Tom Jones/knickers mind set is so strong.  I also thought that it was too soon after the cigarette pun sketch for more puns.  If all else fails – try Grunge Clobber Wearer instead which is more topical (and is my pet song of the month).

Hope my comments are helpful.  I hope it doesn’t seem too critical as basically I believe that you are on track for a really good run.  Well done once again to you all – look forward to seeing you soon.

Bosnia-Herzegovina, NewsRevue Lyric, 2 April 1993

What this one lacks in humour it can’t quite make up for with historical accuracy and clever rhymes on the names of obscure Slavic places and politicians names.

Some good lines though.

I cannot think of lyrics that work to Copacabana without remembering John Random’s classic: “His name was Tony, He was an arsehole, he used to drive his kids to school in a Japanese four-wheel cruiser.  It was a Shogun, from Mitsubishi…”

If we ask John nicely he might fill in the rest – I can recall some excellent fragments.

Anyway, my lyric that works to that tune reads like this:

BOSNIA-HERCEGOVINA

(To the Tune of “Copacabana”)

 

VERSE 1

His name was Owen, he was a shamen,

With his thick grey wavy hair, he looked like a grizzly bear,

And his friend Cyrus, did not inspire us,

From his compromising stance, you could see those Serbs ‘ad Vance;

Across poor Bosnia, those Serbs took Gorazde,

They were young and they had more weapons in Srebenica.

 

CHORUS 1

It’s Bosnia-Hercegovina, the place could not be more obscener;

In Bosnia-Hercegovina, when they’re not shooting, those Serbs are out looting,

In Bosnia, it’s hell on earth. {Bosnia-Hercegovina}

 

VERSE 2

Now Billy Clinton, hated what went on,

So he got his UN clone, to declare a no fly zone,

To aid the mission, for a partition,

In the way that Owen says, have ten separate provinces;

But Serbs won’t play along, they’ve had their way too long,

They’ve killed and raped and maimed and looted, but claim they’re not wrong.

 

CHORUS 2

It’s Bosnia-Hercegovina, the Serbs took to the ethnic cleaners,

Poor Bosnia-Hercegovina, Serbs break the silence, with combat and violence,

In Bosnia, it’s getting worse. {Bosnia-Hercegovina}

 

VERSE 3

One day Lord Owen, that aging shamen,

Got that old Serb git Radovan, to sign the Vance-Owen plan,

The folks in Britain, were truly smitten,

They didn’t realise this plan, had really only just began,

The UN went in more, they said they must make sure,

That the Muslims, Serbs and Croats really stop the war.

 

CHORUS 3

In Bosnia-Hercegovina, these rhymes get progressively thinner,

With Bosnia-Hercegovina, (once) they stop berating we’ll start celebrating,

For Bosnia, let’s hope peace lasts.

Here is Barry Manilow singing Copacabana with lyrics:

In June 1993 I updated Verse 3 and Chrus 3:

VERSE 3
 
One day Lord Owen, that aging shamen,
Was shocked when he learned Radovan, would not back the Owen plan,
Muslims and Croats, then had a go at,
Each other – the Vance-Owen plan, went right back where it began;
The UN’s best defence, was sitting on the fence,
Hoping Muslims, Serbs and Croats someday cease offence.
 
CHORUS 3
 
In Bosnia-Hercegovina, the vultures are the only winners
With Bosnia-Hercegovina, if they stop berating we’ll start celebrating,
For Bosnia, let’s hope for peace.

Titty Titty Bum Bum, Presumably For A NewsRevue Smoker, 28 March 1993

My journal note for this lyric reads:

Tribute to the comedy legend Terry Randall

I’m going to guess that I wasn’t overly enamoured of Terry Randall’s March to April 1993 NewsRevue run. Presumably I wrote this for a smoker or just to show around the writers, some others of whom might well have been similarly disaffected:

TITTY TITTY BUM BUM

(A Song in memory of Terry Randall’s run to the Tune of “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang”)

 

INTRO

Titty bum bum, titty titty bum bum,

Titty bum bum, titty titty bum bum,

Titty bum bum, titty titty bum bum;

 

CHORUS 1

Ha ha titty titty bum bum, titty titty bum bum’s what we do,

And this titty titty bum bum, is a pretty dull dum News Revue;

Where has all the audience gone, they’re to thick to get the joke,

Bum bum titty titty bum bum, push pricks pubes paps and poke,

Bum bum titty titty bum bum, with TV sport and soap.

 

TV SPORT AND SOAP

East Enders screw everyone,

Brookside viewers read the Sun,

While Sky TV’s dropping like a stone;

Paul Gascoigne’s knee’s terrible,

And Vinnie Jones gropes the ball,

Mike Gatting is batting his bone.

 

CHORUS 2

Ha ha titty titty bum bum, titty titty bum bum’s all we’ve got,

And this titty titty bum bum, is a shitty rum numb not a lot;

Where have all the writers got to, they all know they’re out of luck,

Bum bum titty titty bum bum, so News Revue is stuck,

Bum bum titty titty bum bum, but we don’t give a fuck.

{Titty titty bum bum, titty titty bum bum, you’re all wankers, titty titty bum}

Below is embedded the Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Theme Tune:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTTzcXSLjhI

Here is a link to those Chitty Chitty Bang Bang lyrics.