TEARS FOR SIR KEN
Sir Ken was a man of the people
Sir Paul McCartney, Dawn French, David Walliams and Ant and Dec were among those paying tribute to “the tattyfilarious” Sir Ken Dodd, with ex-Beatle Sir Paul saying he had “tears of sadness”. Sir Ken died at the home where he was born in Knotty Ash, Liverpool.
HE WAS the last great musichall star and the greatest standup of them all – the only comic who could, and did, sell out any theatre, six decades running.
The death, in the early hours yesterday morning, of Sir Ken Dodd was, everyone agreed, the only time he had left the stage too soon.
Yet his timing never deserted him. His exit came just two days after he had married his partner of 40 years, Anne Jones – now Lady Anne – in a private ceremony inside the Knotty Ash house that had been his only home.
The tributes came from every part of the theatre of life. In the cheap seats, contemporary comics who admired him tweeted their praise. From the Gods, the Archbishop of Canterbury joined the chorus. “Always friendly, always wise, always funny,” he said. “May he rest in peace and rise in glory.”
Sir Ken had left hospital on February 27 at the end of a sixweek stay for a chest infection. Two months earlier he had performed what would be his final show, at the 1,350-seat auditorium in the Liverpool Echo Arena.
It capped a year in which he had been knighted in recognition of his career and charity work.
There is no tally of how many times he had walked on stage in his 90 years, but Doddy had broken so many records that numbers no longer mattered.
In was in 1965 that his career had gone stellar, with the longest-ever run at the London Palladium – 42 weeks. He was on the crest of a Mersey wave that washed ashore a new generation of entertainers for a nation finally shaking off austerity.
But Sir Ken’s theatrical roots were deeply traditional. He had grown up watching and idolising Liverpool comedians like Arthur Askey and Tommy Handley, and when his father bought him a Punch and Judy set for his eighth birthday, he began to smell the greasepaint.
He put on puppet shows for his friends and charged them tuppence or a cigarette card to sit on orange boxes and watch.
He left school at 14 and worked with his brother Bill, heaving Arley cobbles and Houlton kitchen nuts for six years as part of his father’s business.
But in his spare time, he began singing and developing a standup comic routine at working men’s clubs – script by his father, costumes and general support by Mrs Dodd. He styled himself as Professor Chuckabutty. Operatic Tenor and Sausage Knotter.
His professional debut, at £75 a week, was at the Theatre Royal, Nottingham, and within two years he was topping the bill at Blackpool, with a chorus of Diddy Men.
He made it his life’s work to play every theatre in the country and more than one owes its continued existence to his patronage.
In 1981, when Leeds Council wanted to close and sell off the theatre in Guiseley it had inherited with the boundary changes, he put on a one-man show, with his fee and the proceeds all going into a fighting fund to take over the building. It thrives to this day.
The locally resident BBC producer Barney Colehan had been the intermediary and had also been one of Dodd’s first supporters, putting him on the bill of The Good Old Days at the City Varieties Theatre in Leeds.
Decades later, when the theatre itself needed restoration, Sir Ken was among the backers of a campaign to raise funds. In September 2011, when the refurbished theatre opened, he was at the top of its first bill.
He also remained a favourite at Yorkshire’s seaside theatres, long after most of the big TV names had gone. Barrie Stead, a former manager at Scarborough’s Futurist, recalled booking him for a Christmas show that was so popular it was still running, twice nightly, the following Easter.
“Patrons knew they were in for a treat,” he said. “Value for money – never less than a fivehour show.”
At the Bradford Alhambra, another of Dodd’s favourites, audience members with tickets to the second house found themselves waiting in line, around the block if necessary, until he had finished the first.
Yet Ken Dodd was more than just a comedian. The self-deprecating “operatic tenor” reference on his billing notwithstanding, he was blessed with a rich baritone voice and in the 1960s enjoyed chart success which, for a while, rivalled that of The Beatles. His play-on music was Love Is
Like a Violin, but it was another signature tune, Happiness, that made him a pop star when it was released by Columbia in 1964. A follow-up, Tears ( for Souvenirs), was the third-highest-selling single of the decade.
I’m sure that there will now be a fresh gale of laughter in heaven. Bishop of Liverpool Paul Bayes.
His legacy is the memory of the people who were lucky enough to see him in the theatre. He was basically addicted to making audiences laugh. He was a great craftsman, a great original. There will never be another. That’s really the end of those who came up through variety. Whenever anybody is thinking about British comedy and British culture, the first name that will come up will be Ken Dodd. – Former TV executive Lord Grade.
Farewell to my fellow Liverpudlian, the tattyfilarious Ken Dodd. Beloved by many people in Britain and a great champion of his home city and comedy. – Sir Paul McCartney.
He had a genius for laughter. And spread happiness wherever he went. The human tickling stick is gone and it’s a sadder world. – Gyles Brandreth.
He was an education to watch and, afterwards, at 1.30am, he had beers with me in the dressing room and talked showbiz. – Comic Dara Ó Briain.
May we all fill 90 years so well. – Actor Samuel West.
Best dinner companion I ever sat next to. Don’t think I said a word. Just laughed and laughed and tried not to drown in my soup. – Comic Sandi Toksvig.
Liverpool today mourns one of its most famous sons. We are comforted by the joy and happiness he brought the world. – Liverpool mayor Joe Anderson.
The funeral will be held on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and most of Saturday. – Comic Gary Delaney.
SIR KEN Dodd’s affinity and rapport with his fans can be explained by the comedian’s assertion that his was the “best job in the world because I can only see people smiling and laughing”. It showed. He was as popular in his latter years as he was in the 1960s when he became a household name thanks to his standup routines, his tickling sticks and his Diddy Men.
And it also explains why his stage performances had a habit of over-running – Sir Ken, whose unruly hair and teeth were part of his persona, said no show was complete unless it ended with a laugh and a sing-song. In an age where comedians believe they have to be crude to be funny, the Liverpudlian, who died in the Knotty Ash home where he was born, was one of the last great variety artists because of his uncanny ability to deliver inoffensive jokes with side-splitting timing. In passing away two days after marrying his long-term partner Anne Jones, the lights have gone out on a born entertainer like no other.