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Monday, October 23, 2017

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Post 1622. Monday October 23






The Stage Door Bistro and Wine Bar in Carlisle Road Eastbourne sat just off the seafront and opposite the town's thriving theatres. By gaining a late licence and advertising in the theatre dressing rooms I was assured a steady stream of thespians, musicians and other assorted entertainers.

Within days of opening, I had Shirley Anne Field clearing tables, and the following week the charming Edward Hardwicke (Dr Watson to Jeremy Brett's Holmes) captivated us with tales from his film stage and television career. Other eaters in the early days included Van der Valk in the form of Barry Foster, Christopher Casanove of Dynasty fame, and Linda Baron. Arkwright is not the only one to have snuggled up to nurse Gladys's ample bosom!

Simon Ward was a quiet sort of a chap, but not so his daughter Sophie who was always the life and soul of the party whenever she visited us. Talking of daughters of famous fathers, Deborah Moore - offspring of Roger - spent a week with us on one her first tours away from home. She seemed a little shy and insecure and preferred to eat perched on a bar stool where she could engage in conversation with my waitresses. Imagine lifting the phone to hear James Bond on the other end asking to speak to his Debbie! Another Moore was Patrick Moore who enjoyed a bottle of my finest Bordeaux before taking the stage at the Congress for his travelling rendition of the Sky at Night.

I always got my celebs to sign their names on the posters advertising their endeavours. Most included a complimentary line or two. Christopher Timothy wrote 'the steak was ace'. Ainsley Harriot scrawled 'To Keith - keep it moist and sticky' and John Challis, best known as Boysie, simply recommended my customers to 'Eat at Joes'. When he wanted another drink he stood and shouted 'Marlene!'

My favourite scribble, however, was from Dr Who Colin Baker who wrote 'Now that's what I call a Stage Door'.

Most of the stars were friendly, some overwhelmingly so, others not. Nicolas Smith, Mr Rumbold from Are You Being Served, refused to sign his poster on the basis that he didn't believe we'd put it on display! And then there was Ronnie Corbett. Mmmm! But who were my favourites? The late Trevor Bannister came on two tours and was just as delightful as he was when he played Mr Lucas, in Are You Being Served. I'll never forget Ami MacDonald's' squeaky voice nor Sue Hodge who demonstrated her famous cart-wheels last seen in the Cafe Renee on 'ello' ello where she played Mimi. Her 'boss' Renee, Gordon Kaye, came to us with his partner Barry Howard, the ballroom dancer Barry from Hi de Hi. We sat up most the night talking. A true method actor, Gordon, reverted to his French accent whenever he spoke about his role in that classic sitcom. Also from Hi de Hi was Jeffery Holland, Spike, and Ruth Madoc who was exactly like her alter-ego Gladys Pugh. David Griffin who played the Entertainments Manager on the same show, and Hyacinth Bucket's long-suffering next door neighbour, regularly turned up in lots of Summer productions, always bringing his son with him who we saw grow from nine years old to a young man over the years.

Then there was Frazer Hynes, ex Emmerdale Farm, and his former wife Gemma Craven, though thankfully not at the same time as they had recently undergone a very public and somewhat acrimonious divorce. She came back the following year in the same production with co-star Peter Duncan who is best known for his skills with producing things from Fairy Liquid bottles.

Susan Penhaligon who, though having advanced a few years, was alluring as ever she was in Bouquet of Barbed Wire. She came on about three tours and always made us her first port of call. Frank Finlay from the same production also ate with us on many occasion and was the epitome of charm and good manners. There was a time when George Sewell was never off our screens. Remember his long-suffering Police Inspector in the Detectives? He was another of our favourites and on his frequent visits over the years always ate his supper at the bar rather than with his colleagues at a table. One of his blundering DC's in that series was another regular eater Robert Powell. Strange as it may seem I'll never forget his eyes! And it's not every day you have Jesus in your bar!

Then there was Lorraine Chase who took me out for a meal and Sandra Dickinson who didn't. Jill Greenacre from Brittas and Lewis Collins from a TV drama the name of which escapes me. Tim Brooke Taylor, Hannah Gordon and Brian Murphy. The list goes on! Roger Lloyd Pack, sadly didn’t bring Trigger’s famous broom with him!

Wendy Craig was fabulous. She spent ages one evening with one of my waitresses who was too young to remember Butterflies, and took through her career. Another of my girls got to sing the World Song with Luke Goss. When she left me I gave her his signed poster as a memento of one of the greatest moments of her life. Other visiting musicians included the legendary Humphrey Littleton and singer Helen Shapiro.

Then there was the star we nearly met! The restaurant was packed. It usually was late at night when a big name was in town because there was a good chance you'd get your programme signed and see your idol at close quarters. Anyway, this night a burly minder came into the bistro to request a table for his charge and my daughter Penny explained that we were full. She had actually turned away Bill Wyman of the Stones! Well, she didn't know who he was. It didn't exactly go down well with the expectant crowd I can tell you!

Eastbourne hosts a major tennis tournament each year just across the road from the Stage Door. A young Venus Williams graced our establishment on more than one occasion as did most of the other international tennis stars including Martina Navratilova. One year she had just launched her autobiography and the newsagent over the road had a life-size cardboard cutout of her in the street advertising her book. Within seconds of it being put out, it was descended upon by stampede of somewhat 'butch' ladies who proceeded to tear it limb from limb each taking with them a piece of their disembodied heroin!

I'm a bit of an Archers fan so when a number of the cast rolled into to town to perform their readings of rural poetry, I looked forward to providing them with sustenance. I got to talk to Edward Kelsey who's clipped accent sounds nothing like Joe Grundy and Rosalind Adams - Clarrie, who does! Felicity Finch thankfully does not have Ruth's awful brogue, but Nigel Pargitter in the form of Graham Seed sounds exactly like his character. Tamsin Gregg, better known as Debbie Aldridge, was fab and just like the character she played in the Green Wing.

One year the Lib Dems held their conference over the road, and Ming Campbell was a daily visitor as was Shirley Williams and other assorted politicos. In their wake came Michael Brunson of ITN (what a misery) and Tom Bradby.

Eastbourne Theatres always have a Summer Season and one year it was Scissor Happy - an audience-participating farce starring Lionel Blair and many of the personalities mentioned earlier. While most stars prefer a quiet corner when off duty, Lionel was ever the true professional and loved nothing more than meeting his fans. Most days - sometimes twice a day, he would take up his position at the table facing the door and treat everyone he met like an old friend. I can honestly say that by the end of the six-week run I was able to count him amongst my friends! On the last night, he and the cast invited my daughter and me to join them at the Buccaneer for a meal. Not long ago I got a message from him saying how disappointed he was to find the Stage Door closed.

Not all memories were happy. One night Dennis Waterman came in with Patrick Mower. They had spent some considerable time in The Cavalier beforehand. I'll leave the rest to your imagination, but needless to say, they weren't welcome back!

The Stage Door Bistro and Wine bar is no more. I sold it and the new owners got it badly wrong. It was probably the worst decision of my life. But it still lives on in the memories of all who visited it and worked there.
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Saturday, August 09, 2014

Wordless Wednesday

What a difference a week makes...




Last week fire destroyed Eastbourne's
 iconic Victorian pier  





























Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Anyone for tennis?


It''s Wordless Wednesday time again! Here are a few pics I took a couple of days ago at the pre-Wimbledon Tennis Tournament in Eastbourne.














Wednesday, September 11, 2013

A walk in a country park

Chosen for Wordless Wednesday

My local country park last Thursday! Cuckmere Haven and the Seven Sisters cliffs near Eastbourne

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Monday, June 16, 2008

Lawn tennis in Eastbourne

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I just got back from a day at the Women's International Tennis Tournament at Eastbourne. This event has been staged by the Lawn Tennis association for over 30 years and is one of the highest ranking competitions in the world. As in previous years it is being held one week prior to the prestigious Wimbledon Championships, and gives the ladies a week of competing on grass in readiness for the Big One! All the best known names will be playing this week it what promises to be the biggest year for Eastbourne since the competition began.
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The excited babble of an expectant crowd.
Before them lush green grass criss crossed with lines of white.

A sudden hush descends
as two players enter the arena toss a coin then prepare to play.

A yellow ball thrown high in the sky then hurtles ‘cross the net
then back again before wildly choosing its own path.

Cries of fault, shouts of out, love fifteen, deuce, advantage
and game and set then match

I took about 200 photographs during the day, and thirty or so are published HERE. I also inadvertently set my little pocket camera to video whilst trying to take a picture of Amelie Mauresmo. The result is below, but don't bother curling up on the couch with a bucket of popcorn - it only lasts a few seconds!


Monday, August 20, 2007

Up up and away!


As resorts go, Eastbourne is fairly small. But every year it plays host to several high profile events, and they don't come much bigger than Airbourne.
As in the 12 previous years, the local population grew tenfold as visitors from all corners of the UK and Europe converged on our town to enjoy the world's biggest seafront air show. And its completely free!

The promenade was closed to traffic and turned into a fun fare, and the Western Lawns became a display area for the RAF, the Police and other essential services, keen to impress and recruit. Everywhere you looked there were burger bars, fish and chips and smoothie stalls.
There was not a space to be had on the 5 mile beach and every level was packed with spectators. The slopes which rise 600 feet from the end of the seafront up to Beachy Head cliff gave one of the best vantage points where one could actually look down on the planes as they entertained the hoards.

For four days, thousands of folk craned their necks and shielded their eyes from the August sun to witness hour upon hour of stunning flying displays. Acrobatic biplanes followed WW11 Spitfires. Teams of stunt planes weaved and dodged each other in death defying routines that kept the crowds gasping. The RAF Falcons parachute team never failed to amaze as the descended into the tiny arena from a Dakota hundreds of feet in the sky.
The RAF produced their latest weapon., the Eurofighter Typhoon which started it's performance with a 600 mph flypast just feet above the sea. A minute later it appeared motionless above our heads before swooping, twisting and roaring through a series of deafening and mind-blowing feats.
Each day the highlight was the annual appearance of the greatest air display team in the world - the Red Arrows who performed their colourful and breathtaking routine before our eyes.

Late on we Sunday saw the grand finale - a lavish firework display from the end of the pier. Again, a capacity crowd packed the beach and the upper levels dancing to music pumped out by Radio Airbourne. At 10 pm the lights on the pier went out, the spectators roared a count down, and with a deafening bang, the first of hundreds of fireworks leapt upwards, turning the sky and the sea below a shade of deepest red.
40 minutes later, Airbourne was over for another year.


TO VIEW MORE PHOTOS, GO TOhttp://keithsimages.blogspot.com/2007/08/airbourne-2007-eastbourne-seafront.html