The Music Hall

When I was young we had a very unique form of entertainment. It was then known as "The Old Bedford Music Hall". It was a marvellous evening out. The Chairman could make or break a show.

I remember "Jane", a rather loud entertainer (a stripper). My Dad used to cover my eyes when she was on. I remember Max Miller (the Cheeky Chappie). A lot of the jokes went over my head; but I laughed with everyone else, with the sheer joy of being alive rather than the jokes.

We were always in The Gods, the cheapest seats, but we always had a wonderful view of the stage. The audience participation was terrific fun. I learnt all the old songs off by heart. One of my favourites was "My old Man said follow the van, and don’t dilly-dally on the way". I used to sing with gusto. One song I always thought was very sad was "There was I, waiting at the church". I could never understand why everyone thought it was so hilarious.

I would sing the songs to my Dad afterwards. I think it was the only time I remember him praising me.