Sunday, 29 December 2024

“The Plewin’ Match” by Henry Bell Cross (1828-1888) (DORIC VERSE)

 

“The Plewin’ Match” by Henry Bell Cross

Ploughing Matches were good sport during the winter months of November – January in the 19th century –early 20th century.
The horse ploughs, driven by big strong fellas with brave horses.
This poem by Henry Bell Cross (1828-1888), our great great grandfather captures the muse and mood of one of the local ploughing matches at Gartocharn, Kilmaronock, Loch Lomond, in the 1880s.

It is written in the Doric, the language of the old Scots.

Weel din oor Harry! - Posted by William Cross, FSA Scot


“The Plewin’ Match” by Henry Bell Cross

"Enclosed sir, ye’ll find a sketch
Aboot oor annual plewin’ match—
What time the lads cam’ tae the scratch;
What time they ended;
Wha did the lucky prizes catch;
Wha’ recommended.
At daybreak, on Badshallach fiel’,
Assemb’d mony a sturdy chiel;
Tae try the temper o’ their steel,
They were inclin’d;
An’ gie the furr a bonnie tweel,
A’ had a mind.
Awa’ they go—the daffodilly
Is pu’d by Jocky frae the hillie;
At plewin’ he’s nae burn-the-gullie,
Gude faith, I trew;
He ranks close on oor champion Billie,
Ahint the plew.
But Jamie Bilsland o’ the Spittle,
Wi’ sock an’ cooter like a whittle
Display’d fu weel the pithy mettle
That he possest;
The jury did the verdict settle—
The second best.
Wee Tammy, neist, frae aul’ Shannachle,
Cam’ up the brae wi’ fearful sprachle,
An’ put-the-Peter wi’ his bachle
Weel on the yird;
Richt proodly manag’d he tae wachle
In rank the third.
A stalwart loon o’ twa Scotch ell
Frae yon wee fairm abune the dell,
Whiles got the first, and whiles the mell,
In days a’ yore—
His hammer dirlt on the bell,
One, two, three, four.
Brave Willie, doon frae mang the heather,
Wi’ sinews strain’d like thongs a’ leather,
At number five they tied his tether—
A sair diminish;
Butt in his bonnet stuck a feather
For style o’ finish.
Wee Airchie Mac’, frac Ledrish Braes
Whaur grow the hazel nuts and slaes,
Divested a’ his plaidin’ claes,
Gaed ’maist aglee;
But ranket in amang his faes
At twa times three.
A sturdy chiel, frae En’rick Watter,
Determin’d he wad end the matter;
He rais’d his gun the fort to batter,
An’ drew the trigger,
When, lo! his chairge did only shatter
The seeven figger!
A stumpy youth, wi’ easy jog—
His guide a weel-train’d pedagogue—
Ran up his vessel thro’ the fog,
An’ wan the siller;
The last ane entered in the log
Was young Rab Miller.
Then aff tae Gartocharn Inn,
An’ gust their gabs wi’ thick an’ thin,
’Mid lood applause, sangs, toasts, an’ din,
The time it shiftet;
Inspir’d wi’ whisky, rum, an gin,
At twal they liftet."
The ploughing image is for illustration only.


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Wednesday, 18 December 2024

SHEPHERD MARKET BY LESLIE ROBERTS: A FORGOTTEN NOVEL FROM FORTUNE PRESS

            A Forgotten Novel From The Era Of The Bright Young Things

Published  By The Fortune Press

A BOOK REVIEW BY WILIAM CROSS, FSA SCOT

“Love is an indecent sport”  

“ Woman is the Huntress, and Man the Quarry”

Book Title : Shepherd Market by Leslie Roberts   


                                                            Shepherd Market : Late 1930s

                       

“ Shepherd Market” -the title of the book and its setting- is an enclave between London’s  Piccadilly and Curzon Street once  known  as  being  a part of the  early to- mid 20th century’s  extraordinary low-life  corner of   Mayfair  hosting a smattering of  cheap lodgings in a space  inhabited by criminals,   spivs, prostitutes  and theatrical bohemians. 

The book was banned as  “Indecent” in Ireland,  but  praised  by several  British and overseas critics  as a  first novel by  a new author,  a Nottinghamshire-London  journalist, Leslie Roberts.

The Author’s style is neat, humorous (often campy), but he offers a good mix of  maverick characters and wit on par with  Evelyn Waugh’s “Vile Bodies”  and the mad hatters in  Nancy Mitford’s  romp “ In The Pursuit of Love”. It’s an  easy read and a  novel  overlooked featuring a few lost lambs  of  both the  black and white wool type  in the pre –WW2 London Town and in the aftermath of the extravagances of  the era of the  Bright Young People Brigade. 

A rollicking,  riotous, ridiculous tale,  quick paced throughout in a  story about   a young man, Paul Onion who has ambitions  to escape  municipal  mediocrity  and  establish  a name for himself as a writer and a poet.

Apparently fatherless,  Paul’s mother, a self-made woman, is his inspiration, as indeed is the Author’s mother is his own spark, with a book dedication   

 “For Her Pluck and Understanding And Naughty Sense of Humour”

The fictional Paul’s mother’s death frees up  the  cantankerous  youth  from a  likely life to come in chains and  dead end jobs in the dreary coalpolis of  Maidensmeadow,  this being somewhere in the Midlands.

The early part of the book describes the famous Nottingham Goose Fair, a target for quaint description by J B Priestley  as “ a crushing mass of gaping and sweating humanity".

 Paul Onion  is glad to  escape this hell hole.  A bright lad,  handsome, hugely  opinionated,  famed for  winning a  high school scholarship; he wont be  humoured or dictated to or be bogged down by lesser mortals  and  realises  his only chance of progressing  to  any height is  to move away from his barren roots and in so doing  changes his surname to the more romantic “ Lovelace” out of affection for a Cavalier poet.  

 Paul is soon catapulted  into  the wicked streets of London  where he has to grow up fast and furious  and stays  just well enough off  from the proceeds of his mother estate to survive all kinds of goodies, baddies, charlatans and creeps in a roll out of some dangerous power games, human and inhuman.

There’s a swirl of  irritation and even sadness as Paul often proves an irksome prude,  nervous  of sex,   a stubborn fellow,  but often  more canny than naive, and  frequently thankless when matched in a strange coupling cum-affair  with a gloriously  well written character, an actress- dancer,  a kept woman,  a fearless soul, constantly citing humorous aphorisms in much the same style  as movie legand  Mae West.   She is named Desiree, and occupies one of the flats at Mayfair Mews in Shepherd Market, with a maid and a sweet  little dog called “ Pompey the Little”.

This is hardly a  fine romance but they are locked together by fate. Yet, Paul insists from the word go of sleeping at a nearby hotel and  Desiree merely dubs  him her protege, but  they are clearly matched by the stars,  bounce well off each other  and their love-hate  topsy-turvy flings and adventures occupy most of the rest of the  storyline.

There is a  galaxy of  supporting characters, mainly from Desiree’s madcap stable of stage struck  friends and plenty of  fiends too, including  her Sugar Daddy, Sessel Cloud,  a rich, witty playwright  “who breeds decadent notions” and “ who is seldom sane by daylight”.  Sylvia Moon  a blonde “whose eye brows were arched in perpetual perplexity” who is engaged to Eric “ Lousy” Lancaster, a friend of Sessel Cloud “who keeps love birds and writes”. There’s also  Lesbia Capricorn ( as the name suggests of curious  sexual tastes /gender,  an exotic dancer, the star of a show called “ London Lies”,  written by Sessel.  The “Vile  cigar smoking Capricorn”  is always on the “whore path”.

Some of these people have charm, some are entirely  odious, all are in constant chaos but they do amuse and keep the humour and perversions flowing with dramas and tears aplenty.

Look out  for Denise Villers “God What Legs! Like a War Horse”,  for  a male ballet star named  Stallion  who danced for the Csar of Russia, and Earl Gay of Rape Royal in Sussex “a facetious old troll.” 

There’s a celebration of  Old London past decades, of  the famous Lyons Corner House and nights spent at the “ Curse of Ten” “ a cellar masquerading  as a palace, the most expensive rendezvous in Clarage’s Street”  and endless  Night Clubs, all hourly expecting a  Police raid to descend.

  The book unscrambles the tangled relationship between  the would be hero, Paul and the manic neurotic heroine, Desiree and  the story endures well into a series of skimpy follies and  dangerous frolics in London and Paris.

There are all the thrills and spills of the London Season,  of car racing pranks around the metropolis’ hot spots and well known locations,  in Desiree’s Silver Pelican,  grand drink sex, and drug parties given by a mysterious  Mrs Thursday , wife of the saintly Charles and  “ whose daughter Lucy  is mated with  a title”.

 Later  there’s a  well written floral  description of  going  by ferryboat  from England  to France and of the  splendid sights of Gay Paris with  hotel keepers like Madame Poiret who is foolish enough to stand up to challenge  Desiree. 

The physiological underbelly of the story is  of Paul Lovelace’s life and moral development from boyhood into manhood  and lessons to be learned of  a youth seeking out  fame and fortune, it  is a worth while read for adults.

From a witty, clever writer, good with dialogue.

Leslie Roberts (1905-66) :  One of the  Brighton Belles.

Copies of “Shepherd Market" are available from the reviewer and on ebay for £60 ( elsewhere e.g. abe books more than double this price}


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Wednesday, 11 December 2024

Welsh Mystery: Heiress Gwyneth Ericka Morgan : ‘A Beautiful Nuisance’


 GWYNETH ERICKA MORGAN


Poor Gwyneth!  A Beautiful Nuisance

The Honourable Gwyneth Ericka Morgan, was the only daughter of Courtenay Morgan, the third Lord Tredegar. She was one of the Bright Young People of the post  Great War era who disappeared from a house in Wimbledon on 11 December 1924 and whose body was later discovered in the River Thames.

Gwyneth was born in London in 1895, the second child of Courtenay Morgan and Lady Katharine Carnegie, later Lord and Lady Tredegar, of Tredegar Park, Monmouthshire. The family history on both her father and mothers sides is filled with a variety of the rich, the famous and the notorious. The Morgans had their roots in South Wales. The Carnegies in the Highlands of Scotland

Gwyneth spent a great deal of her life in London, or abroad, and in the Surrey home maintained by her mother, near Dorking. She also spent time with her maternal grandparents, the Earl and Countess of Southesk, at Kinnaird Castle, and with her brother Evan Morgan (1893-1949) and her parents at sea on board the family yacht Liberty

She spent part of her childhood at Ruperra CastleSouth Wales. Talented, attractive, an heiress to the Tredegar fortunes from land, coal and agriculture, she became a part of the rituals of the great and good of London and Highland Society in the years before and after the First World War. Court, Northern Meeting, Balls, the Shooting Season and health and gambling trips to Cannes, Paris and Italy

Gwyneth had an adventurous streak and a reputation for being something of a bohemian. She was however struck down with ill-health after the excesses of high living and overseas travel. She mixed with some East-End and West End types that her family disapproved of and they warned her about the consequences of scandal on the family's name.   

Coming into some perilous situations involving dangerous people, and with the increasing concerns of her family and friends she spent her last years moving between rented accommodation as though on the run. 

Receiving medical care from the most famous physician in the country, a Royal doctor,  Sir John Atkins, Gwyneth suddenly disappeared, her body was later pulled out of the Thames five months later in May 1925. Was it an accident, or was it foul play? 

And was it Gwyneth's body that was pulled from the River Thames?

Writers Monty Dart and William Cross, FSA Scot spent 7 years researching Gwyneth’s story for a book they published in 2012, entitled “ A Beautiful Nuisance. The Life and Death of the Hon. Gwyneth Ericka Morgan”. 

Copies of the book are still available directly from WILLIAM CROSS, FSA SCOT,  and also on ebay and Amazon

FURTHER INFORMATION  

E-mail Will Cross 

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                                                         A BEAUTIFUL NUISANCE

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Sunday, 17 November 2024

Tredegar House Parody : John Morgan, Lord Intriguer: The Last Mole Standing in Bassaleg Fields


Ringo Mole

John Morgan : Lord Intriguer 

 The Last Mole Standing 

In Bassaleg Fields

TIME LINE 1908-1962

John Morgan, Lord Intriguer, aka Johnny-Boy “ Ringo” Mole “ The Mad Hatter” was the last Man Mole standing in the reconstituted  Intriguer- Gould- Morgan line of descent.

 It was a line that closed during the  infamous  Beeching era.

 Having been kick started in  womanly glory in 1792 it  ended with the embarrassing  collapse of all  its male Mole Hills in year of our Lord 1962.

 The  future of Intriguer House was put  into the  paws of a contingent of  pious Mole nuns named after the venerable St Joseph- The Carpenter Mole.

 The  land slippage was obvious long before Johnny-Boy’s rise to power.

 Johhny -Boy showed  no early promise, and was troubled with pinhead eyes, pinhead ears and a pinhead brain.  But he stood tall, aloof, absurdly pompous and puffed up, and was self-opinionated, even at 12.

 His dearest  Papa, Freddy–Mole, aka  ‘Intriguer the Silent’,  gave him the unspoken treatment but  that poor sod  was tongue tied because by the time Freddy ever spoke up the conversation had moved on, or the seasons had changed. 

 Later when Johnny -Boy came marching home from various inane foreign digs in his 20s  he  sported a brand  new hat, all  just a fashionable fad  to make him alluring.  These  mad hatter escapades  was the total extent of his  souvenir hunting from numerous sabbaticals , even although his irritating  little sister Hon. Avi-ation Gurney Mole asked him to bring her back some bars of  striped sticky rock. 

 After  spending  two years avoiding the horse ploughs  of New Zealand where he  befriended some fellow Etonites  in the tangata whenua ,  (Māoris)  the indigenous Moles there,  he hardly ever took off his Fedora or stopped flashing his Eton three fold, reppe striped silk, tie.

 Johnny-Boy  had several aliases. He  fancied himself as  being a Mexican bandit, like Garcia rustling  cattle cakes for worms , but  he thought “Ringo” was a much better name for a  robbing bastard. He also  bought out by bullying all the tortilla chip mines from  peasants,  and filled his  winter larders as  he preferred tortillas to eating worms. The tortilla  deal  came with a  free  sombrero hat.

 When Johnny-Boy became Lord Intriguer the lawyers told him he didn’t need to rob banks or  rail trains or mistreat peasants  as  the Intriguer millions ( from banks and rail trains and  peasants hard graft ) had already been fully exploited and pilfered by all kinds of  illegality and stealth  by his ancestors and kinfolk by mastering  slavery,  rascality  and acts of  sodomy.

 Johnny-Boy  as Lord Intriguer ( after  as many deaths as the list of Adrian Messenger ) marked the end of  feudalism in the Bassaleg Fields.  Intriguer House was sold to the Church of Rome as a private  Mole School,  but with a brilliant snub by Johnny- Boy upon the  ‘National Truss’ -  a venomous organisation  who were rounding up  Mole Hills for the nation and wanted Intriguer House despite  their Inspector, Jimmy Milly- Mole being a  trifle disappointed by the coarse, unrefined quality of the landscape and the general dimness of the area’s non-Anglican population. 

An Extract from " The Moles of Intriguer House, Bassaleg Fields, South Wales"

A parody on the Morgans of Tredegar House, Newport, South Wales

By William Cross, FSA Scot

A Piece Of Madness - Written During Lockdown


                      FOR  MOLE/ MORGAN ENQUIRIES

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John Morgan, 6th And Last Lord Tredegar

Died 17 November 1962


Frederic Charles John Morgan, 6th Baron Tredegar (26 October 1908 — 17 November 1962), was a Welsh Peer and Landowner.


Wednesday, 6 November 2024

REGINALD WYNDHAM :1876-1914 : THE POBBLE


REMEMBERING DEAR REGY

LIEUTENANT THE HON. WILLIAM REGINALD WYNDHAM

Regiment: 1st Life Guards

Service No: Officer

Date & place of birth: 16 March 1876, Petworth, Sussex

Date & place of death: 6 November 1914, Belgium

With much thanks to June Clark ( of Swansea) for taking a photograph of Regy's grave, a few years ago, at Zillebeke Cemetery.

 

Always Known as ‘Regy’ or ‘ Reggie’ he fought in the Boer War as well as the First World War.

 

He was born in Petworth House the son of the 2nd Lord and Lady Leconfield. He was the third youngest of seven children. He was in the 17th Lancers and in the Boer War from 1899 to 1902 he was given the Queen’s Medal with three clasps.

 

He left the army after a riding accident in 1903. He farmed in East Africa, then moved to the Rockies, USA where he went hunting and suffered severe frostbite, requiring the amputation of several toes and gaining the nickname of “Pobble”.

 

He eventually returning to England, spending his winters in Grantham where he still hunted with the Belvoir hounds. When war broke out he was gazetted as a Captain in the Lincolnshire Yeomanry and later attached to the Household Cavalry First Life Guards. He was sent to France on 8 October 1914.

 

Regy never married, although he was deemed a possible husband for the Honourable Gwyneth Ericka Morgan, ( 1895-1924),  Lord Tredegar's wayward daughter, they were linked not so much in romance but a family arrangement that would have given Gwyneth a life of dignified obscurity.

 

In his Will Regy left £3000 to the officers of the 17th Lancers for the promotion of sport in the regiment, and his collection of stuffed hunting trophies to the Borough of Grantham. There was a rumoured romantic link between Regy and an American woman Phyllis Langhorne, one of the five daughters of C D Langhorne of Greenwoods, VA. She had married a New York millionaire Reginald Brooke, but also “captured the heart” of Regy Wyndham and also Captain the Hon. George Douglas Pennant. It was claimed that both these men, killed in action left a fortune in their Wills to Phyllis, who later remarried a Captain Robert Brand.  There is a Wyndham Memorial Park in Grantham which was opened in 1924, after Lady Leconfield donated £1000 towards it as a memorial to her son.

“The war is sad….So many nice men gone! “

Letter of Charles Whibley, Scholar and Critic referring to Regy Wyndham.(2018)

“Poor Reggie Wyndham fell by my side shot through the heart.“

George Fisher Baker, a biography. ( 1938)

Bless him.

 


GRAVE OF REGY WYNDHAM IN BELGIUM
AT ZILLEBEKE CEMETERY
 



DEAR  REGY

FOR MORE INFORMATION EMAIL WILL CROSS



BECAUSE OF THE LINK WITH GWYNETH MORGAN REGY FEATURES IN WILL'S BOOK OF THE TREDEGAR WAR DEAD OF THE GREAT WAR





Tuesday, 29 October 2024

Hon. Simon Fraser (1888-1914) Gordon Highlanders

 

Hon. Simon Fraser (1888-1914)

Gordon Highlanders

KILLED IN ACTION 29 OCTOBER 1914

A WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN

The photograph of Simon, above, is from Charterhouse School. [1]  The only surviving photograph of  Simon otherwise is as a young boy. [2]   Alas,   no photograph survives of Simon  in the Gordon Highlanders Museum Collection.

Hon. Simon Fraser, 2nd Lieutenant 3rd Battalion (attached to 2nd Battalion) Gordon Highlanders was  killed in action on  29 October 1914. [3]  He is remembered on Panel 38 Ypres (Menin Gate) Memorial.  Son of 18th Baron Saltoun and Lady Saltoun, of Philorth, Fraserburgh, Aberdeen. Several of  the sons of the Saltouns served in the Great War.  [4]

Simon was born on 7 September 1888, educated at Winton House, Winchester (prep school) and Charterhouse School, Godalming. He took up a business career in the City of London with Greenwell & Co, and in 1912 became a member of the Stock Exchange.  He was gazetted a 2nd Lieut. 3rd Gordon Highlanders 7 September 1914.  Served with the Expeditionary Force in France and Flanders. Later attached to the 2nd Battalion of the Gordons.


Simon had everything to live for, handsome, sporty, a talented young man, like so many that were killed in battle in the Great War.  A what might have been, had he been spared. In the last year of his life he was often seen in the company of Hon. Gwyneth Ericka Morgan, ( 1895-1924), a childhood and family friend, they enjoyed each other's company at dances, balls and weekend jaunts to house parties.

Lieut. Col. H P Uniacke, commanding the 2nd Battalion Gordon Highlanders, wrote on 3 November 1914: “It is with the deepest regret that I write to tell you that poor Simon was killed .... when fighting a difficult rear guard action. Willie [5] (Simon’s younger brother) buried him in the morning of the 29 October in the grounds of an old chateau.”

  

A fellow officer, 2nd Lieut. Peter Duguid, adds: “Simon and I were with our platoons in a trench on the left of the Gordons’ position. The Germans came up on our left and drove back the troops there, and we had to take up new positions as we were enfiladed by a machine gun. In doing this I got a bullet through the flesh of my right arm. When we had time, Simon put on a field dressing for me, and also attended to two of his own men who were hit. We had to fall back to the village of Zandvoorde, where we helped to organise the men. About noon Simon very gallantly carried a box of ammunition to a machine gun over an open field under fire. I  rejoined him later and we took cover in a ditch during some very heavy shelling about 2pm. He had offered me a drink of water and had changed his position to further down the ditch when a shell burst near him and though I ran to him at once there was nothing I could do. I am sure he did not suffer.  I shall always think of his cheerfulness and fortitude whatever had to be done, He had an extraordinary aptitude for the work, and all his men liked him.” [6]



Ypres -Menin Gate Memorial



EXTRACTED FROM "THE MORGANS OF TREDEGAR HOUSE GREAT WAR ROLL OF HONOUR": BY WILLIAM CROSS, FSA SCOT

CONTACT THE AUTHOR  FOR FURTHER DETAILS


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[1] Provided by Mrs A C Wheeler of Charterhouse School in 2008.

[2]  Enquiries were made in 2008 to establish whether a photograph of  Simon Fraser  survived in his family.  His niece [ the late]  Lady Saltoun was  approached by e-mail.  This is her reply of 6 January 2008. “Dear Mr. Cross  I should love to help you but I think you know more than I do about Uncle Simon's life.  The only photos of him extant in the family are photos of all four brothers aged from c.9 down to 5,  playing at Philorth, which are in the family album,  and I am not quite sure which is Simon and which is my father! They were very close in age. The family album is at Cairnbulg CastleFraserburghAB43 8TN,  which now belongs to my eldest daughter, the Hon. Mrs. Nicolson.  I don't for a moment suppose that a possible photo of him as a small boy is quite what you had in mind!    In the unlikely event that it is,  I am sure my daughter would let you send someone to photocopy the photos,  in that case you should write to her direct,  at the address I have given you. Yours sincerely, Saltoun”

[3] Simon Fraser was killed on 28 October 1914 and buried by his brother Hon. William Fraser (serving also in the Gordon Highlanders, 6th Battalion) on 29 October 1914.

[4] Lord Saltoun’s eldest son, Alexander, The Master of Saltoun (1886-1979) (from 1933 20th Lord Saltoun)  was also a Lieutenant in the Gordon Highlanders and was taken prisoner after the Battle of Mons. The 2nd son, the Hon. George Fraser (1887-1970)  (later a Rear Admiral)  was a Lieutenant  in the Royal Navy in the Great War.  The 4th Son, William Fraser (1890-1964), also in the Gordons.

[5] William Fraser ( 1890-1964). A British army officer in both world wars. Reached the rank of Brigadier.

[6] Extracted from the book “  Menin Gate South: In Memory and In Mourning” By Paul Chapman, Pen and Sword (2016).


Wednesday, 16 October 2024

Cliff Gordon: 1920-1964: Scriptwriter, impresario, actor …and Welshman!

 



Cliff Gordon : The Welsh Icarus

“Wales is not a country, it’s an emotion…”

 WHO DIED TODAY 16 OCTOBER 1964 AGED 44

A FORGOTTEN WELSHMAN

Cliff Gordon was born ( Clifford Thomas Moses)  in Llanelly,  West Wales in 1920 and died in Hastings in 1964. He found fame as an actor and playwright and a musical impresario.  Best known for his play Valley of Song (about two feuding Welsh choirs, which was made into a film) Cliff often found himself on the wrong side of the law, because he was a homosexual. In the world on stage and entertainment Cliff was secure and protected.

 

After serving in the army with ENSA he worked almost non stop in London shows, with his own musical reviews at the famous Windmill Theatre. He also toured with Ivor Novello and with Donald Houston (in Dylan Thomas’ Under Milk Wood) and did a good deal of work for BBC Wales, earning a high regard.

 

He also made several feature films. After the death of Dylan Thomas in 1953, Cliff’s closest friend and confidante was Thomas’ widow, Caitlin, the two of them drunk each other under bars in London and in Italy.  Dubbed “ The Welsh Icarus” Cliff’s career was affected by alcoholism and depression and he drove himself  far too  hard .

 

In the mid-late 1950s Cliff saw Shirley Bassey perform in Cardiff Bay and later invited her to tour with two of his shows, thus effectively giving Bassey her first ‘big break’ into show business. Ill- health overshadowed Cliff his whole life, but in his last years he settled into marriage with Margaret, a devoted wife. A sad, brave but often amusing tale of a talented Welsh man, but born before his time who burnt the candle at both ends in pursuit of his dreams. He is hardly remembered by anyone, and is long overdue a tribute.

 

Cliff died 60 years ago today, 16 October 1964, aged 44.

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CLIFF GORDON











 






SOME OF THE SCRIPTS AND SHOWS OF CLIFF GORDON
Scriptwriter, Librettist, impressionist, impresario, actor, song writer, cabaret artist…and Welshman!
“Wales is not a country, it’s an emotion”