Together Again. Dame Hilda: I still look back with great affection to the years I spent on the stage. It was a very happy period of my life. Though I do have one regret, and that is that I was never able to sit in the audience and watch me. I still think too, of my many dear friends in the Rosa Charles Opera Company, who so selflessly supported me in my numerous and well-deserved triumphs. Friends who would, I'm sure, have been a very great comfort to me in my failures, had I ever had any. Irving Berlin was right, you know. There really are no people like show people. They smile when they are low, they smile when they're high as well, which in some cases is all too frequently. Down the years one loses touch, it's not the only thing one loses, more’s the pity. But last September Evadne and I invited as many members of the old company as we could locate to a reunion at the old manse, and come 6 PM on the day of the do there we were, in the drawing room putting the finishing touches to our preparations. {Drawing room.} Dame Hilda: Evadne do stop spitting on that wine glass. Dr. Hinge: I am not spitting on it, I'm polishing it. Dame Hilda: Evadne, Maud’s only just washed all those glasses. Dr. Hinge: I know and I wish she hadn't, they were perfectly clean when I took them out of the sideboard. Dame Hilda: Oh, well, give it here, all you have to do is breathe very lightly, Hhrrrr!! and then rub it with a, Hhrrrr!! napkin, there you are. Dr. Hinge: You still haven't got that mark off completely. Dame Hilda: Oh, well, give it to me then. {Spit!} Well, when in Rome. Dr. Hinge: It's still there. Dame Hilda: Well, I'd better pop it back in the sideboard. We can't possibly use it, now everybody's spat on it and we're hardly short of glasses, are we? Dr. Hinge: Hardly, we seem to have put out every single piece of glassware, crockery and cutlery we possess. Dame Hilda: Well, I think it looks jolly welcoming, it looks as if we're in for a really good time. Dr. Hinge: It looks as if we're in for a hell of a lot of washing up. I'm glad you asked Maud to stay on. Dame Hilda: I asked Maud to stay on because she's one of us. Dr. Hinge: Precisely, she's the one who's going to do the washing up. Dame Hilda: Evadne, as former wardrobe mistress for the company, Maud, like the rest of them is our guest this evening, and as such we can hardly ask her to do the washing up. Dr. Hinge: So you'll be doing it, will you? Dame Hilda: Mind, she's so good natured she’ll probably slip out and do it anyway. Dr. Hinge: Goodness me! you are devious. Dame Hilda: I see nothing devious in giving people pleasure, dear. Maud love's helping me, not you, me. Dr. Hinge: Incidentally, did she prepare these bridge rolls for you? Dame Hilda: Yes, she did, dear, why? Dr. Hinge: Well, I don't want to be greedy, but, uh... shouldn't she have filled them with something? Dame Hilda: Well, that's probably the filling in the bowl next to them, the one with the plate over it. Dr. Hinge: Well, what was she supposed to be filling them with? Dame Hilda: Well, I left that to her, I had to let her do something creative. Dr. Hinge: Looks as if this could be it. Dame Hilda: Why, what is it? Dr. Hinge: Well, it's gungy, smells vaguely fishy. Dame Hilda: Here, let me have a sniff, Mmm, kipper blancmange! Well, it's certainly different. I think I'll tuck it away in the sideboard, she'll never miss it, and there's plenty of other things for people to eat. Dr. Hinge: And what do you expect them to do with their bridge rolls, dunk them in their coffee? Dame Hilda: Evadne, they're inventive people. They won't need us to tell them what to do with their bridge rolls. Oh, that reminds me, where are the cocktail cherries? Dr. Hinge: They’re here, why?
Dame Hilda: Well, one can't have a Rosa Charles party without cocktail cherries. Merton Pinkney used to do some very amusing things with cocktail cherries at our little dos. Dr. Hinge: He thought they were amusing. Dame Hilda: I thought they were amusing. We all thought they were amusing. Dr. Hinge: I didn’t. Dame Hilda: You never thought Nunton Oddstock’s imitations were funny either, and his Carmen Miranda was a hoot! Dr. Hinge: You surely don't think he'll be doing that tonight. Dame Hilda: I certainly hope so, why do you think I bought such a big pineapple? Dr. Hinge: I don't think I'm really looking forward to that lot arriving. Dame Hilda: You never look forward to anything. Dr. Hinge: No, that's not true. I'm looking forward to them leaving. Dame Hilda: Well, you can always go and sit in your room until they've gone. I'll tell them you've got one of your migraines. Dr. Hinge: What migraines? I've never had a migraine in my life! Dame Hilda: Ah, but they don't know that. They think you've suffered agonies from migraines. Dr. Hinge: Why should they think that? Dame Hilda: Because I always told them you did. In the old days every time you so unsocially absented yourself from one of our little junkets, I used to tell them you had a migraine. Dr. Hinge: Then you should be jolly well ashamed of yourself. Dame Hilda: I thought I was doing you a favour. Dr. Hinge: So how was it that not one of them ever expressed any sympathy? Dame Hilda: I told them not to, I told them you were very self-conscious about your migraines. I think it helped them to understand your little brainstorms. Dr. Hinge: My what? Dame Hilda: Your brainstorms, oh, don't deny it, Evadne, you used to have little brainstorms during rehearsals. Dr. Hinge: I had no such thing! Dame Hilda: What? You used to scare the wits out of us, jumping up and down in the orchestra pit in your wellingtons, waving your arms about with your hair flopping all over your face. Dr. Hinge: I was conducting. Dame Hilda: Well, there was no need to be so violent about it. I can remember during the rehearsals for Hansel and Gretel, you actually threw your baton at Sybilla Strang and if she hadn't ducked you'd have pinned her to the scenery. Dr. Hinge: And what do you suppose it was that drove me to such extremes of desperation. Dame Hilda: Your migraines, of course. Dr. Hinge: I do not suffer from migraines!! Dame Hilda: If you go on shouting like that, you jolly well soon will. Maud: Scuse me, Dame ‘ilda, were you calling? Dame Hilda: No, Maud, no, it was just the Doctor being a little difficult. Maud: Oh, that's all right then. Oh, that's funny, where's that basin with a plate over it gone offer that table. Dame Hilda: Basin, dear? Dr. Hinge: With the plate over it, Hilda. Dame Hilda: Oh, the basin with the plate over it, ah, yes, now... what did I do with that basin? Dr. Hinge: You put it in the sideboard. Dame Hilda: Thank you, Evadne, so I did, to keep the flies off it. Maud: That's why I put the plate over it. Dr. Hinge: Isn’t it funny how great minds always think alike. Dame Hilda: If you want the bowl out, Maud, you may take it out. Maud: Thank you, Dame ‘ilda. Dr. Hinge: Incidentally, Maud, what is that concoction in the bowl? Maud: Just a little treat for the cats, Doctor. Dame Hilda: Ha, ha, ha! a treat for the cats. Do you know, Maud, the Doctor thought that was the filling for the bridge rolls? Maud: Oh Dame ‘ilda, she never, the filling for the bridge rolls is in the fridge, in that lovely blue china bowl of yours, this is just a bit as were left over. Dr. Hinge: So, to repeat my question, Maud, what actually is that concoction in the bowl? Maud: It's my chunky chowder, Doctor. Dame Hilda: But chowder is soup, Maud. Maud: Well, yes, but it's a thick ‘un. Dame Hilda: It's not such a thick ‘un as that! {Door knocks!} Dame Hilda: Ah, here we go. Maud: Shall I get it, Dame ‘ilda? Dame Hilda: Would you, dear, please, yes. How do I look, Evadne? Dr. Hinge: Well, I suppose the chintzy dress is all right, but the necklace is a bit over the top, you're more covered in pearls than a Whitstable oyster bed. Dr. Hinge: Well, at least I look partyish. Which is more than one can say for you in your twilled worsted and your black crepe de chine neckerchief, you look like costermonger in mourning. Maud: Mr. Nunton Oddstock! Dame Hilda: Nunton! Nunton: Hello my sweeties. Dame Hilda: Darling, how lovely to see you. Dr. Hinge: Hello Nunton. Nunton: Come here, let me take you both in my arms and let me give you a great big hug. Dame Hilda: You’d better be careful with Evadne though her bones are very brittle these days. Dr. Hinge: They're not so well upholstered as Hilda’s. Nunton: Ah, still joshing with each other, I see, how wonderful. Dame Hilda: Well, sit yourself down Nunton. Nunton: Thank you, sweetie. I say, what a pretty room, powder puff pinks, crystal rose bowls and Dresden shepherdesses, it's all so utterly you, Hilda. Dame Hilda: Well, it certainly isn't Evadne. Dr. Hinge: Maud, can I smell burning?. Maud: I don't know, Doctor, can you? Dr. Hinge: Yes, I can. Maud: Then the sausage rolls must be ready, and despite me being a guest meself I suppose you expect me to go and get ‘em out. Dame Hilda: Oh, Maud, I would be grateful, no one can scrape the black bits off a burnt sausage roll better than you, Maud: Very well, Dame ‘ilda, for you, Dame Hilda: Thank you, dear. Nunton: Maud hasn't changed a bit, has she? Dr. Hinge: More's the pity. Nunton: And neither have you, either of you. Dame Hilda: Oh, bless you Nunton, Ha, ha, ha! You were always so good at massaging hurt egos. Dr. Hinge: I don't remember your ego ever being hurt. Dame Hilda: That's because I was a trooper, Evadne, I knew how to hide my heartaches under a sunny smile. Nunton: Weren’t those wonderful days, travelling in the country together, Sunday on the train, grabbing the best digs, opening nights on Monday. Oh, didn't we have some fun? days of wine and roses eh? Dr. Hinge: And for some, a good deal more wine than roses. Dame Hilda: Well, Evadne, aren't you going to get Nunton a drink, dear? Dr. Hinge: Nunton as Hilda's legs appear to have given out completely, would you like me to get you a drink? Nunton: No, no, no, no, thank you kindly, I’ll wait for the others, besides, I had a couple of small libations along the way. Dr. Hinge: I'd rather thought you might have done. Nunton: I say, Hilda, before anybody else arrives, do you think you could point me in the direction of the little boy's room? Dame Hilda: The what, dear? Nunton: The little boy's room, Hilda, the loo. Dame Hilda: Ah, what we call the little girl's room. Dr. Hinge: Well, I certainly don't, I call it the lavatory. Dame Hilda: Evadne, you can be so crude. Why does one have to call it anything, why can't one just go? Nunton: One would, if one only knew where it was was. Dame Hilda: Sorry, Nunton, dear. It's up the stairs, turn left and it's first on the right. Nunton: Bless, you darling. {Phone rings!} Dame Hilda: Oh, who can that be? Dr. Hinge: Well, let's hope it's someone phoning to say they can't come. Dame Hilda: Hello, Stackton 295! Who? Oh, Milford darling... Milford Pleight, Evadne, Dr. Hinge: Don't say he's decided to come after all, he said he couldn't. Dame Hilda: Oh, how very sweet of you to remember, Milford... It’s all right, he’s not coming, he's just phoned to wish us well. Would you like a word with Evadne dear? Dr. Hinge: No, no, no, no. I don't want to speak to him! Dame Hilda: Sorry, Milford. I know she'd have loved a little chat, but there's evidently an emergency in the kitchen and Evadne’s gone to put it out. Yes. yes, yes. Yes... I do hope we see you soon, dear. Yes... and good luck with the tour, bye-bye, my darling, kiss, kiss! Dame Hilda: I told you he was out on tour again, didn't I, Evadne, in the student prince? Dr. Hinge: Yes, you did, and I can't imagine a more mature student, eighty if he’s a day. Maud: All right, Dame ‘ilda, despite me being a guest I’ll get it. Dr. Hinge: I do hope she's not going to carry on like that all evening. I told you, you shouldn't have invited her. Dame Hilda: If I hadn't have invited her, we'd have had no one to do it. Maud: Mr. Merton Pinkney! Dr. Hinge: Does she have to call their names like a liveried flunkey at a Lord Mayors ball? Maud: I'm taking ‘is coat and I'm sending ‘im in. And remember, Doctor, I ain't working, I'm only elping out. Merton: Gather round girls, look who's here.
Archie, Archie, he’s in town again The idol of the ladies and the envied of the men He doesn't really care a jot if girl is dark or fair or what They all look beautiful to Archie
Dame Hilda: Bravo, bravissimi. Merton! Dr. Hinge: Hello, Merton, nice to see you. Merton: Evadne, me old sweetheart, after all this time, give us a kiss. Dr. Hinge: No! Merton: What not after all this time? Dr. Hinge: No! Dame Hilda: I'll give you a kiss, Merton. Merton: Oh, I knew you would, ducky. Dame Hilda: Darling. Merton: Do you know, I never could get Evadne to give me a kiss. Dr. Hinge: You never knew the right way to go about it, and you obviously still don't. Dame Hilda: I think it was jolly brave of you to even try, Merton. Now, let's sit on the sofa, I want to know everything that's happened to you in the last 35 years. {Door Knocks!} Nunton: Relax, my pretty ones, I'm here, I'll get it. Merton: That sounds like Nunton Oddstock. Dame Hilda: It is dear, it is Merton: First as usual. Yes, he always had to be first. Nunton: Come along in Sybilla darling, the party's in here, oh, sorry, sweetie, would you like me to take your coat? Sybilla: No thank you, Nunton, I think I'll keep it on for a while, one never knows how cold one’s going to be in these rambling old houses. Dame Hilda: I suppose it must seem a bit big after a granny flat. Nunton: Now, people look who I found languishing on the step under a heap of mink. Dame Hilda: Sybilla, darling, Sybilla: Hilda, my dear, and Evadne, Dr. Hinge: Hello, Sybilla. Sybilla: And Merton Pinkney, what a surprise, I’d heard you were dead! Merton: Dead, darling! I never died in me life. Dr. Hinge: Not offstage anyway. Sybilla: Mind, I'd heard Nunton was dead as well, got quite a shock when he opened the front door. Dr. Hinge: This must seem more like a seance than a party to you! Dame Hilda: Well, come along, everybody, sit yourselves down and we'll all have a little drinkie, shall we, Evadne? Dr. Hinge: Right, MAUD!! Dame Hilda: Ooh! Evadne, that was right in my ear. Dr. Hinge: Sorry, Hilda. Maud!! Maud: Wot? Dr. Hinge: Can you bring in the punch? Maud: When I'm good and ready. Dame Hilda: Well, as you can hear, Sybilla, Maud’s still alive and kicking. Sybilla: That doesn't surprise me one teeny bit, that sort go on forever. I think Nunton, you can take my coat now, dear, it’s dreadfully hot in here. Dame Hilda: Would you like me to open a window, dear? Sybilla: Oh no, Hilda. I'd daren’t risk sitting in a draught. Merton: Yeah, and to think that that's the little gal who danced dance her way through one of the worst winters in history, wearing nothing but a silk handkerchief, and a pair of wings. Sybilla: Oh, and I'm paying for it now, Merton, sometimes getting up in the morning is almost more than I can manage. Dame Hilda: I never remember it being particularly easy for you, dear, but I always thought it was congenital. Dr. Hinge: Congenital? Dame Hilda: That's what I said, dear. Dr. Hinge: Do you know what congenital means? Dame Hilda: Probably not dear, but I'm sure, Sybilla does. Sybilla: Oh, Nunton, do take this coat it’s dreadfully heavy? Nunton: Oh, sorry, sweetie. I say, isn't it lovely and fluffy? One doesn't know whether to hang it on the hall stand or pop it in a hutch and stroke it. Dr. Hinge: Oh, for goodness sake, Nunton, just chuck it over the back of that chair and come and sit down. Dame Hilda: It won't moult will it, Sybilla? only we've just had the carpets cleaned, you see. Maud: Can someone come and help me carry this lot through? Nunton: Coming, sweetie. Sybilla: Oh, I do wish Nunton weren't so horribly energetic. It makes one feel tired, just to look at him. Merton: Makes me feel quite young to look at him, at least I don't wear an orange toupee. Dr. Hinge: It might be an improvement if you did. Dame Hilda: Now, now, I think it's very kind of Nunton to be so helpful, besides, it saves any of us having to bother. Nunton:
Come landlord fill the flowing bowl Until it doth run over Come landlord fill the flowing bowl Until it doth run over For tonight we’ll merry, merry, be For tonight we’ll merry, merry, be For tonight we’ll merry, merry, be Tomorrow we’ll be sober
Merton: A cheer for the flowing bowl. All: Hooray! Dame Hilda: Maud, darling, do me a big favour, would you dear, and make sure everybody gets a glass of punch, including yourself, of course. Maud: Oh, thank you. Dame ‘ilda. Dame Hilda: And you're not to go into that kitchen any more tonight, dear. Dr. Hinge: Unless we need something. Dame Hilda: Unless I ask you to or you feel you would like to. Merton: So, you didn't bring old Boothby Pagnel with you then, Nunton, the old boy's all right is he? Nunton: Oh, he's a fit as a fiddle and full of beans, sends his love to one and all. He was so looking forward to coming, but his mother's a bit dicky. Sybilla: His mother, is she still alive? Nunton: Oh, very much so. The poor soul fell off a step ladder papering the ceiling, none to clever at 95, so Boothby’s gone down to Worthing to give his father a hand. Dame Hilda: Are there no living grandparents who could help out? Nunton: Surprising no, Hilda, very long lived family Boothby’s. His father only retired a few years back. Merton: Was he a musician too? Nunton: No, no, no, no, he was a dancer, modern ballet. Well, it was modern when he first started doing it. Sybilla: So, who else is coming tonight then, Hilda? Or are we few? We happy few, the sole survivors. Dame Hilda: By no means dear, but we couldn't invite everybody. Dr. Hinge: Well, we could have, but we didn't want to. Dame Hilda: Mind you, some of the old gang couldn't come because they're working. But there's a minibus coming up from Twickenham with a lot of the old London crowd aboard, they should be here before long. Maud: If they ain't, they'll not get much punch by the look of it. Sybilla: Well, I don't want to tell you your job, dear, but you really shouldn't have put the bowl down where Nunton can reach it. Maud: Tain’t my job tonight, dear, I’m a guest, and from now on it’s ‘elp yourself! Merton: Whoa! This is where the party looks up. Dame Hilda: And this, I fancy, is where we need music, Evadne, to the piano, dear. Dr. Hinge: If Maud’s not working, why should I? Dame Hilda: Oh, don't you start being temperamental. Merton, how about you and I giving them one of our lovely duets from the Arcadians?Merton: Oh, you know me, Hilda, only too happy to sing songs of Arcady, with or without flageolet accompaniment. Yes, how about, um... charming weather? Dame Hilda: Lovely, dear. Right then, boys and girls, stand by on stage, we're going to run, charming weather. All right Evadne then, when you're ready, dear.
You're taking such good care of me I'm not inclined to set you free There's nothing that I wouldn't do To win a kindly word from you Oh, very well then I'll admit I like you just a tiny bit When first I saw your face, I vowed, you were the dearest, dash the crowd. It's nice and warm, I think, that we shall have a lovely day. Very, very warm for May. 80 in the shade say. Just fancy. It almost looks as though the sun has really come to stay. Oh, what very charming weather. It's nice and warm, I think, that we shall have a lovely day. Very, very warm for May. 80 in the shade say. Just fancy. It almost looks as though the sun has really come to stay. Oh, what very charming weather.
Dame Hilda: Merton don’t stand so close to me! Merton: Oh, I'm sorry.
Thank goodness they have gone away. There's something I should like to say. I want to hear it. I confess. I'm sure that I should never guess. Although the answer’s simply yes or no. You haven't made it very plain Oh, bother, here they come again. It's nice and warm, I think, that we shall have a lovely day. Very, very warm for May. 80 in the shade say. Just fancy. It almost looks as though the sun has really come to stay. Oh, what very charming weather. It's nice and warm, I think, that we shall have a lovely day. Very, very warm for May. 80 in the shade say. Just fancy. It almost looks as though the sun has really come to stay. Oh, what very charming weather.
Nunton: That was charming darling. absolutely charming. Dame Hilda: Oh, grazie, grazie, tante complimente Nuntono!! Merton: Oh, splendid, Hilda, yes, just like the old days. Dame Hilda: It certainly was, you always used to stand too close to me during that number. Merton: Well, I had to edge into your light, didn't I? as you were the only person with a spotlight all to yourself, had I not, dear, no one would have been able to see my face. Dame Hilda: You shouldn't have let that worry you, dear, it was mine they'd paid to see. Sybilla: Hilda, was always rather selfish with the light, wasn't she? many’s the time the chorus threatened to come on carrying candles. Dr. Hinge: You really can't blame Hilda for the lighting of the show, Sybilla, the lighting was my responsibility. And if you hadn't been such a rabble, I might have put more on the rest of you. Dame Hilda: Thank you, Evadne, it's not often you stick up for me. Merton: Now, I don't wish to sound rude Evadne me old sweetheart, but what did you know about lighting you were a musician? Dr. Hinge: I just happened to be the director as well. Merton: And what did you know about directing? Sybilla: What did you know about music come to that? my songs were always in a key I couldn't manage. Dr. Hinge: Only because the one you could manage doesn't exist. Dame Hilda: Why do you think we always gave you so much dancing to do, Sybilla, dear? We were hoping you'd be too puffed or sing. Nunton: I do wish you wasn't always me who had a dance with her. All my patent leather pumps had holes in them, where her blessed heels went through. Sybilla: Let's face it, Nunton, you were no Nijinsky yourself. I've seen pantomime cows dance more gracefully than you!. Nunton: I'd avoid the subject of cows if I were you, sweetie. Merton: No, no, no, Sybilla’s right, Nunton, your Merry Widow waltz was more like knees up Mother Brown. Nunton: At least I didn't fall off the stage when I was doing it! Merton: I did not fall, you pushed me! Sybilla: Not in Bradford he didn’t. Nunton: Well, he was always falling off the stage, it was the only genuine entertaining thing he ever did. Merton: Now, just a minute! Nunton: Well, it's true. Merton: You blaggard!! Dame Hilda: Merton, put that vase down. Maud: Would anybody like summat to eat. Dame Hilda: What a lovely idea, Maud, take five everybody. Doesn't that bring it all back? sitting in the dressing room after the show, having a little drinky and a bite to eat and enjoying a bit of friendly banter. What a shame you so seldom joined us, Evadne. Dr. Hinge: I'd say I didn't miss much, if all you used to do was sit round being abusive to each other. Dame Hilda: On the contrary, you missed a good deal. For a start, you missed all the things we said about you. Dr. Hinge: And if what I heard just now is a fair example, I don't think I missed much. Dame Hilda: Ah, but it wasn't dear, well, we haven't really got going yet and anyway, I dare say we've all mellowed a bit over the years, except for you, of course. Merton: I say, Hilda, what's this fishy stuff in the blue bowl? Sybilla: Oh really Merton have you no finesse, that darling is a dip. Merton: Yes, but what am I supposed to dip in it? Nunton: Oh, for heaven's sake, sweetie, where were you dragged up? What do you think the bridge rolls are for? Mm, mm, it's delicious. Dame Hilda: There you are Evadne I told you they were inventive. Dr. Hinge: I can hardly wait to see what they do with the trifle. Maud: Perhaps I should pop out and fetch in the rest of me chowder, Dame ‘ilda, seeing as ‘ow they seem to like it. Dame Hilda: Where is it dear? Maud: Well, it's on the cat's saucers, but they ain't touched it yet. Dame Hilda: No, I think we better leave it there, after all it was the cat's treat. Nunton: I say, Hilda, do you remember those digs we all shared in Grimsby, where all she gave us for every meal all week was cold tea and kippers? Dame Hilda: I do, dear, I do. It was Festival of Britain year, 51, and I still can't look a kipper in the face. Merton: Mrs. Plunket, that was the ladies' name. Dame Hilda: That's right. Merton: Yes, though by rights, it should have been Plonkit, the way she was to march in and plonk it down in front of us. Sybilla: The thing I remember about that place is those religious texts all over the walls. I had to err is human over my bed, he see’th all above the wash stand. Dame Hilda: Weren’t they wonderful times. I say, Evadne, do you still remember that charming little Noel Coward song we always used to sing? Dr. Hinge: Touring days, yes, I think so. Dame Hilda: Then let's sing it now, shall we? Just for old times sake, come on, shall we? All right, team.
I've often wondered if it's possible to recapture the magic of bygone days. I feel one couldn't quite resuscitate all the rapture and joy of a youthful faze. But still, it's nice to remember the things we used to do. When you were on tour with me my dears And we were on tour with you Touring days, touring days what ages it seemed to be Since a Landlady of Norwich Served a mouse up in the porridge And a beetle in the morning tea. Touring days, alluring days far back into the past we gaze. We used to tip the dressers every Friday night And pass it over lightly when they came in tight. But somehow to us it seemed all right. Those wonderful touring days Touring days, touring days what ages it seemed to be Since a Landlady of Norwich Served a mouse up in the porridge And a beetle in the morning tea. Touring days, alluring days far back into the past we gaze. We used to tip the dressers every Friday night And pass it over lightly when they came in tight. But somehow to us it seemed all right. Those wonderful touring days
Dame Hilda: I think a Gracie Fields song now. {Mini bus horn!} Dame Hilda: Oh I say, that must be the mini bus up from London. Maud, be a dear and make another bowl of punch. And I think we’d better roll back the carpet Evadne they're bound to want to do the hokey cokey before long. Dr. Hinge: The hokey cokey? {sigh!} Dame Hilda: You know, dear, I think this could become a night to remember. Dr. Hinge: I say, Hilda, Dame Hilda: What, dear? Dr. Hinge: Do me a favour, will you? Dame Hilda: Well, if I can, dear, what?Dr. Hinge: Make my excuses for me, I'm going to my room I think I've got a migraine coming on.
Transcribed by Lorraine Taylor |
