I have been requested by a reader – a Mrs Trellis of North Island – for more up to
date news of our favourite family.
Much of what I hear and see must remain confidential, even on so private a medium
as the internet, and I am sure that no one would like me to be indiscrete or display
evidence that I am incapable of keeping a secret.
Philip was on television this weekend, being interviewed by that prize wally Mark
Nicholas, and managed to keep a straight face while saying nothing of any interest
for 10 minutes, during which he managed to give the most boring and evasive answers
to all of the questions. A remarkable achievement for someone who is well over 80,
and is often accused of being neither use nor ornament. Phil is patron of the Lords
Taverners, and shows a passing interest in cricket, but I fell about when he said,
deadpan, that he was unable to play cricket because polo was his summer sport. “You
old bugger,” I joshed, when I tracked him down at Winston’s Reggae Club in Willesden,
“I bet that Nicholas chap hasn’t the slightest idea what you really got up to in
the summer”. “Well, I mentioned show business enough times to give the soft sod a
clue”, he chortled, “you can take a horse to water, but you can’t let it chase foxes”.
I think he had been inhaling a bit too deeply at said establishment.
I can reveal here, for those who had not yet been made aware, that between 1956 and
1974 Phil would sneak off for 4 or 6 weeks, and appear in the chorus line at Butlin’s
holiday camp in Prestatyn. He used the stage name Phyllis Edinburgh, but to the best
of my knowledge his real identity was never discovered. He was a particular favourite,
with his silky thighs and curvy abdomen, but one would have thought that the polo
neck sweater that he habitually wore on stage to conceal the prominent Adam’s apple
would have given the game away.
If he sends me one more pair of badgers, I'm publishing the photos of him with the
purple feather boa, you know the ones to which I refer.
Monday, July 25, 2005 4:05:00 PM
Impossible. The man has two left feet. Hence his ability to turn (clockwise) on a
sixpence on the polo field.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005 8:27:00 AM
Vicus Scurra said...
Welcome Geoff, to this oasis of reason in a confused world.
Fellow readers! (a Mrs Trellis of North Wales), check out Geoff's site. I think we
have another member.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005 9:27:00 AM
Mark Gamon said...
Tuesday, July 26, 2005 2:56:00 PM
I do believe Geoff's site needs further study...
Tuesday, July 26, 2005 2:59:00 PM
Mrs T of North Island said...
Excellent. That's just the tonic I needed, as Princess Margaret once said.