I was very amused by a piece by Nancy Banks Smith in today’s Guardian about the Queen’s speech to the nation on Sunday night. It mentions the time that T S Eliot came to the palace to read poetry.
“The royal family are not partial to posh poetry. The Queen Mother was once reported describing a poetry recital at Buckingham Palace during the war. “A rather lugubrious man in a suit read a poem. I think it was called The Desert. At first the girls got the giggles and then I did and then even the king. We didn’t understand a word. Such a gloomy man, he looked as if he worked in a bank.”
It was Old Possum in person who, when not dashing off The Waste Land, did indeed earn a crust in Lloyds. In view of the hostile audience reaction, someone should have warned TS Eliot to switch to his Book of Practical Cats. “
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Anyway, I sent the article to a few friends and one of them countered with this clip of Alan Bennett reading from his short story “The Uncommon Reader” in which Queen Liz develops an illicit taste for reading. I laughed out loud. He has such a wonderful ear for dialogue and magnificent comic timing.
In the past few weeks many have spoken of the importance of music to both provide solace and to boost our morale. Let us not forget humorists and poets.
Does anyone have a favourite poem or piece of humorous writing, cartoon or comedy sketch that they would like to share?
If no one of you have anything, I’ve got some stupendous Albanian stand up comedians and a few epic poems in Hungarian you are going to loooove!