I led the maestros a right song and dance
FOR a 21st birthday treat in 1959, my parents took me and my brother to see pieces Of Eight. this amusing revue starring Fenella Fielding and Kenneth williams was at the apollo theatre in the heart of London’s theatreland on shaftesbury avenue. I decided that as my parents had bought the tickets, the least I could do was to buy the drinks in the interval. the bar was crowded so I made my way through the throng while the rest of my family took the only seats available. standing at the bar, I noticed the two men in dinner jackets next to me had american accents. Being a nosey type, I asked them if they were enjoying London and whether they had seen any other shows. ‘Yes, we’ve seen a few, but mostly in the states,’ said the man nearest to me. I then launched into a discourse on which shows they should see, or not see, describing the merits and demerits of each one in detail, even though I’d only read newspaper reviews. they listened politely, nodding now and then. as they took their drinks and left, they thanked me for sharing my insights, saying they hoped I’d enjoy the rest of the show. as they departed, a man, who had obviously been listening to our conversation with amusement, asked: ‘do you know who you’ve just been giving showbiz advice to?’ ‘No,’ I said. ‘who were they?’ ‘Only Rodgers and Hammerstein,’ he replied.
Roger Vince, Upper Brynamman, Carms.