Showing posts with label Marie Lloyd. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marie Lloyd. Show all posts

Monday, 3 October 2022

I've got a little cat, and I'm very fond of that

From Victoria to Elizabeth: The Songs Go On! 86 Glorious Years of London's Famous Players' Theatre - the title says it all, really! Saturday's matinee show at the quaint Phoenix Artists Club by Britain's longest-serving Music Hall troupe was a brilliantly entertaining affair, and did indeed feature a vast range of songs from the centuries spanning both Queens' reigns; such standards as My Old Man Said Follow the Van, Hold Your Hand Out You Naughty Boy, A Little of What You Fancy (Does You Good), There's Something About a Sailor, Joshua, Joshua, On Mother Kelly's Doorstep, Dear Old Pals, Give Me The Moonlight, A Bird in a Gilded Cage and (the hilariously-performed) Oh, Oh, Antonio to name but a few, taking in Gilbert & Sullivan and Sandy Wilson for good measure, and we loved it.

We sang our hearts out, applauded like mad and congratulated the troupers after the event - including their new Honorary Vice President (the former "boy wonder of the piano") Mr Bobby Crush!

Host (and Chairman of the Players) Lee Taylor held proceedings together with his narratives about the long history of the Players Theatre Company - including the stars who launched their careers in the troupe, such as Clive Dunn, Peter Ustinov and Hattie Jacques, and the fact that that worldwide smash musical The Boy Friend began as a commission by the Players.

It was of course long-serving Players' Theatre stalwart Miss Jan Hunt who really "stole the show" - especially her brilliant Daddy Wouldn't Buy Me a Bow-Wow:

She, and the whole company, deserve glowing praise (yet again!) for giving us such a brilliant show.

Diverting somewhat (but not too far) away from the weekend's jolly japes, this being a Tacky Music Monday I think you too, dear reader, deserve nothing less than a good old-fashioned sing-a-long to lift the spirits! And here are some classics for you, starting with the very number Miss Hunt sang, performed here by a lady whose roots were also in Music Hall before she went on to bigger and brighter things:

From the biopic of the greatest Music Hall artiste of them all:

Quite a "surprise, surprise" indeed, from Cilla:

And to finish, a marvellous medley of mirth, merriment and musical mellifluousness (Oooh!):

Have a good week, “raise the roof — and to hell with the London, Chatham and Dover Railway!” *

[* read more about that in the New York Times, of all places]

Friday, 15 August 2008

Wink Wink Nudge Nudge say no more...



We went en masse to Wilton's Music Hall last night to see Wink The Other Eye, a sort-of-play about the music hall itself, but in reality a thinly-veiled showcase for all the rip-roaring smutty songs of that era.

I have always loved music hall numbers - I was a huge fan of The Good Old Days (shamefully never repeated by the BBC!) and our collection includes albums of classics in that genre by Nellie Wallace, Roy Hudd, Sheila Steafel and Beryl Reid. And this production did not disappoint.

We exercised our lungs singing along to numbers like My Old Man Said Follow The Van, Oh Mr Porter and A Little Of What You Fancy Does You Good - every one of them laced with healthy dollops of innuendo and hutzpah. And with two intervals, and drinking healthily encouraged, the sing-a-longs just got louder and more raucous! Well our lot did, but some of the elderly audience just seemed to sit there a bit dazed (or maybe they just dropped off - the show is 2½ hours long after all...)

The players were all very good - not your top West End stars admittedly, but enthusiastic and genuinely seemed to be enjoying themselves. Star of the show had to be the enormously busty 'Ria (Miss Suzie Chard), who threw herself (almost literally) into some of the bawdier numbers, even turning the innocent Come Into The Garden Maud into a filthy seduction song. She gave a near-perfect impression of Miss Marie Lloyd; and other "characters" in the play included Mr Wilton himself, Burlington Bertie and the infamous Champagne Charlie.

Highly recommended, and the crumbly atmosphere of Wiltons alone makes a visit worthwhile. All together now..!


Wiltons website