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More readers than the rest put together! 3 APRIL 2013 | <strong>TAXI</strong> 19<br />
Taxi Talk<br />
ALF TOWNSEND<br />
THE CURTAIN<br />
COMES DOWN…<br />
The farewell party for BBC Television Centre in Wood Lane bring back some fond memories<br />
It’s amazing to think that the BBC<br />
Television Centre complex was<br />
first opened on June 29, 1960. In<br />
the early days it wasn’t fully<br />
centralised and able to broadcast the<br />
whole shebang. It was backed up by<br />
Riverside Studios in Hammersmith<br />
and Kensington and Union Houses,<br />
Shepherd’s Bush Green, as well as<br />
Lime Grove Studios.<br />
I worked nights in the 60s and<br />
was also a loyal member of ‘Lords<br />
Radio Circuit’ – now known as Dial-<br />
A-Cab. The taxi rank, which was<br />
then on the offside of Shepherd’s<br />
Bush Green, was the calling point<br />
for the TV centre and we all<br />
gathered there at around 10 o’clock<br />
at night to wait for ‘the burst’.<br />
Stirling Moss<br />
Before the advent of the hordes of<br />
paparazzi, ‘A’ List celebs were a<br />
dime a dozen in the back of your<br />
cab, mainly because top American<br />
stars took part in a popular TV<br />
show, Sunday Night at The London<br />
Palladium. I found the majority of<br />
major stars quite friendly and very<br />
polite, almost as if they had learned<br />
the art of conversing with the<br />
‘peasants’. Household names like<br />
Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jnr and<br />
Eartha Kitt were very chatty. The<br />
English stars like Max Bygraves,<br />
Tommy Cooper and the loveable<br />
comedian Les Dawson, who never<br />
stopped ‘Lord-Mayoring’ for the<br />
whole journey into the West End,<br />
were a pleasure to drive around. On<br />
the downside, you had three top<br />
comedians who were as miserable as<br />
sin; Frankie Howerd being the<br />
worst- he really was an old misery,<br />
Benny Hill was very quiet and a bit<br />
weird, and so was Kenneth<br />
Williams. Only after their deaths did<br />
their darker sides emerge.<br />
Anyway, you were allocated your<br />
job and drove up the slope to the<br />
reception after booking in at the<br />
desk. Talking about driving up the<br />
slope, I was doing that quite<br />
sedately one dark night, when a<br />
souped-up mini whizzed past me<br />
like a bat out of hell. Okay, so I’ve<br />
got a big mouth and proceeded to<br />
yell out at the driver, ‘who do you<br />
think you are, bleedin’ Stirling Moss?’<br />
The familiar bald head with scars on<br />
the face peered out of the window<br />
with piercing blue eyes – luckily for<br />
me, with a slight twinkle in them!<br />
The very posh lady staff<br />
members who manned the<br />
reception desk appeared to be on a<br />
different planet. They seemed<br />
programmed into believing that the<br />
Director General – or ‘The DG’, as<br />
he was called in reverent whispers -<br />
was on the same plane as one of the<br />
royals. This reverence manifested<br />
itself one evening while I was<br />
sitting there waiting for my fare.<br />
A very smart, elderly gentleman<br />
approached the desk and asked to<br />
speak to the Director General. Well,<br />
the lady behind the desk nearly had<br />
a touch of the vapours. The look on<br />
her face said, ‘people just couldn’t<br />
speak willy-nilly to the almighty’.<br />
‘And who shall I say is calling’? she<br />
enquired with a sour look on her<br />
face? ‘Could you tell him it’s King<br />
Gustav of Sweden’, said the elderly<br />
gentleman. The lady started<br />
pushing her buttons and obviously<br />
got connected with the DG’s<br />
private secretary. Putting her hand<br />
over the mouthpiece, she asked in a<br />
very loud, rude voice, ‘I’m sorry sir,<br />
who are you the King of?’ That’s a<br />
classic isn’t it?<br />
“BEFORE THE ADVENT OF<br />
THE HORDES OF PAPARAZZI,<br />
A LIST CELEBS WERE A DIME<br />
A DOZEN IN THE BACK OF<br />
YOUR CAB<br />
”<br />
Those days are now gone with<br />
the programme makers moving to<br />
Salford Quay, near Manchester. The<br />
whole of the corporation’s news<br />
output – including the world news<br />
from Bush House - recently moved<br />
into the newly-built extensions at<br />
Broadcasting House. As for the<br />
licensed radio circuits, well<br />
before the move, they were only<br />
allocated ‘locals’ and guess who got<br />
‘the roaders’?<br />
‘Foul play’<br />
Like many other cabbies, I love my<br />
football and, again like many other<br />
cabbies, I am strictly an armchair<br />
Image: Dave Smith via Flickr.com<br />
Farewell to the BBC TV Centre<br />
fan! The mere thought of having to<br />
stand on a windswept terrace in the<br />
perishing cold, amongst an unruly<br />
mob of foul-mouthed supporters, is<br />
simply not for me!<br />
But, the recent sacking of Reading<br />
manager, Brian McDermott, who<br />
achieved wonders last season by<br />
getting his club into the Premier<br />
League, reeks of foul play. It is also a<br />
move which has probably sealed the<br />
club’s early return to the<br />
Championship. Okay, so Reading<br />
had a run of poor results after a<br />
promising start to the season, but<br />
their manager was always an<br />
outside bet to be sacked. Suddenly,<br />
the bookmakers put out a press<br />
release which reported a sudden<br />
wave of bets on him being the next<br />
manager to lose his job! The fact that<br />
the vast majority of the bets were<br />
from Berkshire and the surrounding<br />
areas, suggests that the tip-off must<br />
have originated from within the<br />
club. So a ‘grass’ in the club told a<br />
mate, and he told his mate and so on<br />
and so on, which saw the odds<br />
tumble from 25-1 to 4-9 in just 53<br />
minutes! The bookies decided to<br />
suspend the market after the stakes<br />
started to increase.<br />
What a way for the loyal and<br />
passionate Brian McDermott to<br />
discover his fate by reading the<br />
bookie’s press release about, ‘the<br />
flood of bets’ laid on his sacking. We<br />
all like to win a few quid from the<br />
bookies, but those who made a few<br />
hundred quid in this instance must<br />
be choking on the stench of<br />
treachery filling their nostrils!! n