Primitive London Page #8

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Not me, anyway.

I ought to dress more sensibly.

For the street, I mean.

You can't wear a blouse.

Shows the dirt too much.

But sweaters don't.

You have to watch your hair.

Hairdos cost money.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

I've done this routine so often

I could do it in me sleep.

Most of the girls in this game

come up from the provinces.

Show business is beckoning, you know.

But nobody bothers with you

if you work in these places.

Most have had some training.

Drama school or something.

No. There's no chance of

being discovered down here.

Found out, maybe. Discovered, never.

(SENSUOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

How far you go with your strip

depends on the club management.

Even they don't always have the same ideas.

One day you come in and they say,

"Keep it on, " meaning the G-string.

Next, they might tell you

to give it everything.

Depends on who's in, I suppose.

Oh, this pressure is hard on the clothes.

But I can tell you what

it's hardest of all on.

And that's the feet.

NARRATOR:
There are certain ailments

which always seem enormously comical

to others,

that is, to non-sufferers.

Corns or calluses of the

foot is one of them.

This may seem a familiar-enough scene,

but is in fact an almost unique

and very skilful operation.

This chiropodist is one of the few in Britain

able to remove a corn by entire dissection.

That is, by carefully cutting between

the live and the dead tissue

to remove the corn in one piece,

as opposed to merely paring away

the surface dead tissue

and possibly leaving a living root

to grow again.

This technique has its opponents, but for

the sufferers there's only one reaction,

a long sigh of relief.

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

The business of publicity

has itself become a glamor symbol.

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

Our key-party continues.

Music and alcohol

have served their social purpose

to blur the edges of what is accepted.

Adult petting of this kind

has a word to describe it:

sophisticated.

The husband who watches is not so certain.

Events go forward under their own momentum,

and lottery time is here.

Come on, everybody, break

it up, break it up!

Come on, let's do the key game.

ALL:
Oh, yeah!

Uh, you, Angela, come on.

NARRATOR:
A final degradation of love,

the sex lottery.

Chance made absolute.

It's the Jaguar. Come on, whose is it?

It's me, darling.

Ah, Tony.

Who should we have next?

Um, Peggy, you come on.

NARRATOR:
Now it's the wife's turn.

Is her husband sufficiently

anesthetized with alcohol?

The roulette wheel. Who's the lucky fellow?

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

NARRATOR:
Apparently, he is.

However, if he isn't, he has to conform.

Emotion has no place here.

It's the Triumph. Whose is it?

NARRATOR:
"She's doing it,

why shouldn't I?"

is a ready phrase for going on with it.

This is the death of love.

When you take a chance on a car key,

then the respect essential to love

is thrown away.

In the name of fun

and in pursuit of the transitory kick,

ordinary decency is

thrown out of the window.

Life must look sick to anyone willing

to compromise it in this fashion.

Psychiatrists will explain that one of

the marks of the delinquent personality

is an incapacity to look ahead.

An incapacity to postpone present

excitement in the hope of future happiness.

These people are true delinquents.

Where, now, is future happiness?

An hour's boredom

dissipated into a lifetime of regret.

They put their happiness in jeopardy,

risk their marriage

and mortgage their children's future.

Their present justifications

may seem reasonable,

albeit through the bottom of a glass.

But the party was tonight.

What about tomorrow?

There's one certainty in all this.

The hangover lasts longer

than the state of intoxication.

# Put your arms around me, honey,

and hold me tight

# Cuddle up and cuddle

up, and hold me tight!

# Oh! Oh! When you're by my side

# I just, I just idolize!

# When you look at me my heart gets a rush

Then it starts a-rocking like a rocking horse

# Oh! Oh! I never knew any boy like you

# Any boy like you

# Our live show is the best show,

the best show you can see

# It's fun and that makes the song

that brings joy to you and me

# You're dressed up

It's exciting

# There's magic in the air...

# And when night bird is rising

# There's a thrill beyond compare

# Let's go

# on with the show!

(CHEERING)

Ladies and gentlemen. Every night

is New Year's Eve in Churchill's.

To prove it, we have one short

but very exciting horse race

known as the Churchill Stakes.

Now then, we have our three racehorses,

loads of lovely lady assistants

and we need the assistance of

three sporting gentlemen from the audience.

Come along now, gentlemen.

(PIANO PLAYING)

One, two, three and they're off!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the first one to reach the front

is going to be the winner

of the Churchill stakes.

Come along now, gentlemen,

let's make a good race of it.

Come along, a very bad one there.

(BAND PLAYING LIVELY MUSIC)

Number one there, number one over there.

(CHEERING)

He might win! He's fallen

at the last fence!

(CHEERING)

(CROWD CLAPPING)

(WHOOPING)

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

# Every night is New Year's Eve

at Churchill's # Churchill's!

# That's what I do believe at Churchill's

# Churchill's!

# Had enough of prohibition

Let's try the new edition

# You'll really live it up at Churchill's

# Churchill's!

# I met a saint supreme at Churchill's

# Churchill's

# He's fallen, he's a dream at Churchill's!

# Churchill's!

# Don't try prohibition,

throw away your inhibition!

# Every night is New

Year's Eve at Churchill's

# One more time, boys

# Churchill's!

# And another one for Harry

# Churchill's!

# What's the name, girls?

# Churchill's!

# Come on, girls, spell it out

# C-H-U-R-C-H-I-L-L

# Apostrophe-S

(SQUEALING)

# Churchill's #

(SCREAMING)

(APPLAUSE)

NARRATOR:
Every night is

New Year's Eve.

The eternal human cry for renewal.

And there is renewal.

This is the same baby we saw being born.

Now, 14 days later, he's doing fine.

The human is a tough animal at birth.

He needs to be.

Before him now is a struggle to live

in a world he has yet to discover.

Maybe he'll find the world a better place.

Or maybe, in some way,

he will make it a better place.

Feed well, little fellow. Grow strong.

You'll need your strength.

You've a long, strange way ahead.

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