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One of my very
favourite comedy records of all time is one entitled "Capstick Comes
Home" by Tony Capstick. It was a top ten hit single in
1981. It still makes me laugh outloud today when I play
it. The premise of the record was to poke fun at the
Hovis Bread television commercial of the day, which featured the now
famous 'Hovis music' or 'The New World Symphony' by Dvorak, to give it
its proper name. The words below were narrated by Tony in his
inimitable Yorkshire accent to the background of The New World Symphony
- just like the TV advert.
Tony
Capstick was a well known folk musician and much respected radio
presenter who worked on BBC Radio Sheffield
for many years until 2003. Very sadly Tony died in October 2003.
Here
are the words, just recall the music and imagine the old Hovis advert
as you read them; a man walking up a steep hill in a pit village in
Yorkshire - possibly a rather gloomy village.........
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CAPSTICK COMES HOME
I'll
never forget that first day at t'pit. Me an' mi father worked a
seventy two hour shift, an' then we walked home forty three mile
through
t'snow in us bare feet, huddled inside us clothes med out o' old sacks.
Eventually we trudged over t'hill until wi could see t'street light
twinklin' in our village. Mi father smiled down at mi through
t'icicles hangin' off his nose. "Nearly home now lad", he said.
We stumbled into t'house and stood there freezin' cold and tired out,
shiverin' and miserable, in front o' t' meagre fire. Any road, mi
mam says "Cheer up, lads. I've got you some nice brown
bread and butter for yer tea."
Ee, mi father went crackers. He reached out and gently pulled mi mam
towards 'im by t'throat. "You big fat, idle ugly wart", he said. "You
gret useless spawny-eyed parrot-faced wazzock." ('E had a way wi words,
mi father. He'd bin to college, y'know). "You've been out playin' bingo
all afternoon instead o' gettin' some proper snap ready for me an' this
lad", he explained to mi poor, little, purple-faced mam.
Then turnin' to me he said "Arthur", (He could never remember mi name),
"here's half a crown. Nip down to t'chip 'oyl an' get us a nice piece
o' 'addock for us tea. Man cannot live by bread alone." He were a
reyt tater, mi father. He said as 'ow workin' folk should have
some dignity an' pride an' self
respect, an' as 'ow they should come home to summat warm an' cheerful.
An' then he threw mi mam on t'fire.
We didn't 'ave no tellies or shoes or bedclothes. We med us own
fun in them days. Do you know, when I were a lad you could get a
tram down into t'town, buy three new suits an' an ovvercoat, four pair
o' good boots, go an' see George Formby at t'Palace Theatre, get blind
drunk, 'ave some steak an' chips, bunch o' bananas an' three stone o'
monkey nuts an' still 'ave change out of a farthing.
We'd lots o' things in them days they 'aven't got today - rickets,
diptheria, Hitler and my, we did look well goin' to school wi' no
backside in us trousers an' all us little 'eads painted purple because
we 'ad ringworm.
They don't know they're born today!!!
Tony Capstick
1944 - 2003
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