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Bruce Forsyth Haunting The London Palladium

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Strictly Come Dancing legend Bruce Forsyth's ghost is haunting the theatre where his ashes are buried. Actors and staff at the London Palladium are convinced there is a “friendly” presence at the playhouse. And they are sure it is the spirit of the much-loved telly and theatre entertainer who died three years ago.
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Years ago I met someone who knew him. He was apparently in real life nothing like his tv image, unlike Les Dawson and his ilk. "Much loved" - not by every one methinks, but he did have a talent for the tellybox.
 
According to an electrician friend of a friend he was overheard saying 'who let the hoi polloi in here in their worker attire' and remarking quite loudly that workers should not be allowed to stand at the bar. While renovations were underway in a golf course clubhouse in Surrey.
Third hand account so.:dunno:
 
Problem with theatrical gossip is that for every tale there's a counter-tale.

A workmate of mine from the East End had worked as a plasterer. The guy he contracted for had, through a reputation for discretion as well as good work, cornered a well-heeled market in the Home Counties, one which included a fair number of celebrities.

First day on a new job in Virginia Water my friend is just stepping off his ladder when he finds an unsolicited mug of splosh and a plate with a couple of fig rolls being handed to him - along with an instruction to shout when he was ready for another.

"Could've knocked me dahn wiv a fevva - was only Bruce fakkin Forsyffe, wonnit!"
 
Problem with theatrical gossip is that for every tale there's a counter-tale.

A workmate of mine from the East End had worked as a plasterer. The guy he contracted for had, through a reputation for discretion as well as good work, cornered a well-heeled market in the Home Counties, one which included a fair number of celebrities.

First day on a new job in Virginia Water my friend is just stepping off his ladder when he finds an unsolicited mug of splosh and a plate with a couple of fig rolls being handed to him - along with an instruction to shout when he was ready for another.

"Could've knocked me dahn wiv a fevva - was only Bruce fakkin Forsyffe, wonnit!"

Should Brucey have given a man working up a ladder a whole mug of booze?
 
I was at school with someone who lived next door to Bruce when he was with Anthea Redfern.
My friend said he was a lovely bloke who kept popping round to have a neighbourly chat.
 
According to an electrician friend of a friend he was overheard saying 'who let the hoi polloi in here in their worker attire' and remarking quite loudly that workers should not be allowed to stand at the bar. While renovations were underway in a golf course clubhouse in Surrey.
Third hand account so.:dunno:

Not saying that Brucey was or wasn't a nice guy but it's interesting that this is a supposedly common issue with celebs that have built their careers off of entertaining the masses.

I get it must be difficult being approached by every man and his dog but a polite, "sorry I'm off duty" should suffice shouldn't it?



Also re: golf clubs, it's a bit of an urban legend that golfers would treat workmen quite affably in their own homes but can't accept any breach of dress code at the club.
 
I'm reading Kenneth Williams' diaries, and as well as growing more racist as he gets older, he grows less tolerant of being recognised by the public, to the point of detesting them calling "Carry on, Kenny!" or whatever. To be fair, some of them could get quite insulting to his face, as if they were still watching him on TV.

I did read an anecdote about TV presenter Maggie Philbin where she was being shown around some business or other and someone came up to her and told her what an inspiration she had been when they were little. The staff guy showing her round joked, "You must get that quite a lot" and she replied tersely "Every fucking day."
 
I did read an anecdote about TV presenter Maggie Philbin where she was being shown around some business or other and someone came up to her and told her what an inspiration she had been when they were little. The staff guy showing her round joked, "You must get that quite a lot" and she replied tersely "Every fucking day."

I think if this is the case then she needs a bit of fucking perspective.
 
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I'm reading Kenneth Williams' diaries, and as well as growing more racist as he gets older, he grows less tolerant of being recognised by the public, to the point of detesting them calling "Carry on, Kenny!" or whatever. To be fair, some of them could get quite insulting to his face, as if they were still watching him on TV.

I did read an anecdote about TV presenter Maggie Philbin where she was being shown around some business or other and someone came up to her and told her what an inspiration she had been when they were little. The staff guy showing her round joked, "You must get that quite a lot" and she replied tersely "Every fucking day."
In her line of work she should remember “There is only one thing worse than being recognised. And that is not being recognised”. She gets work partly on the Maggie Philbin brand recognition, it goes with the territory. Of course if people are rude then that is a different issue.
 
I was no great fan but my opinion of Cilla Black plummeted to subterranean levels when she continually kept plugging her rip off psychic phone lines.
As for celebs: some are really up their own arse with their fame, but they are only human. Perhaps they'd had a bad day when they'd been less than glittering? We don't know the context here.
 
How d'you mean?
Didn't really clarify and since I wasn't a fan of BF's tv persona anyway, I didn't pursue. People's perception of anyone varies considerably doesn't it? Ms DeGeneres seems to be in trouble at the moment over her attitude, yet when my son's friend went out to do some work in her home a couple of years ago, he described her as the most friendly and welcoming people he had ever come across.
 
Last Christmas we (myself and my wife) went to see Thea Gilmore at the Brewery Art Centre in Kendal. There is a restaurant attached to it so we had a meal there.

Thea Gilmore was sat with her band at the table right behind us and facing me. But I instantly understood that it was their private time and would never have considered pestering them whilst they were eating. To be fair, it must be a pain if you're tucking into a meal and someone disturbs you. It may be hard sometimes to react with grace.

I felt self conscious though 'cos however unintentionally I keep gawping. I probably looked pretty gormless in the process. Once she caught my eye and I quickly looked away!
 
Last Christmas we (myself and my wife) went to see Thea Gilmore at the Brewery Art Centre in Kendal. There is a restaurant attached to it so we had a meal there.

Thea Gilmore was sat with her band at the table right behind us and facing me. But I instantly understood that it was their private time and would never have considered pestering them whilst they were eating. To be fair, it must be a pain if you're tucking into a meal and someone disturbs you. It may be hard sometimes to react with grace.

I felt self conscious though 'cos however unintentionally I keep gawping. I probably looked pretty gormless in the process. Once she caught my eye and I quickly looked away!

Yeah, she probably hated you. She is getting paid to do her stuff mind.
 
On the subject of annoying puppets:
Allow me to once again shoehorn in my favourite Keith Harris story, first seen on b3ta in spring 2006.

A mate of mine worked for a company who specialised in stage rigging, one of his main jobs was looking after the aerial safety on the Gladiators TV show. In between series of the programme he was sent to work at a holiday camp for Keith Harris (and Orville.)

Harris’ act was supposed to start with him on stage talking to an unseen Orville. The green duck would be whinging about not being able to fly and would launch into the madly annoying ‘I wish I could fly’ song which plagued the charts in the 80’s.

At the climax Orville would be released from the back of the auditorium on a wire and would ‘fly’ over the kids heads to join Harris on stage.

The job was easy money but Harris turned out to be a complete and utter twat who pissed of everyone who had to work with him. My mate decided to take revenge and one night packed Orville full of stage explosives and a detonator.

Half way down the wire cue a loud bang, a shower of green feathers, a room full of traumatised kids and an apoplectic Keith Harris.

My mate got fired on the spot, it was well worth it.
 
Last Christmas we (myself and my wife) went to see Thea Gilmore at the Brewery Art Centre in Kendal. There is a restaurant attached to it so we had a meal there.

Thea Gilmore was sat with her band at the table right behind us and facing me. But I instantly understood that it was their private time and would never have considered pestering them whilst they were eating. To be fair, it must be a pain if you're tucking into a meal and someone disturbs you. It may be hard sometimes to react with grace.

I felt self conscious though 'cos however unintentionally I keep gawping. I probably looked pretty gormless in the process. Once she caught my eye and I quickly looked away!
Years ago at breakfast in a London hotel I spotted the cartoonist Bill Tidy a few tables away. I said 'Oooh, isn't that Bill Tidy?' and my companions agreed that it was.

We were totally quiet and discreet about it and he couldn't have heard us, but when he glanced over and saw us looking at him he covered the side of his face with his hand like a horse in blinkers! Dunno if he thought we were going to rush over and mob him.
 
Years ago at breakfast in a London hotel I spotted the cartoonist Bill Tidy a few tables away. I said 'Oooh, isn't that Bill Tidy?' and my companions agreed that it was.

We were totally quiet and discreet about it and he couldn't have heard us, but when he glanced over and saw us looking at him he covered the side of his face with his hand like a horse in blinkers! Dunno if he thought we were going to rush over and mob him.
I'm kind of embarrassed to admit that a bunch of re-enactors - of whom I might have been one - once caused Jimmy Cricket to decide he wasn't that hungry and leave his extortionately priced tiny all-day breakfast at a motorway servives station by none-too-subtly asking variations on the them of "'Isn't that Jimmy Cricket?" more times than anyone's sanity could bear.
 
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