BLUE REMEMBERED HILLS..
I was sorry to learn yesterday of the passing of Keith Barron at the age of 83 after a short illness. He was, of course, a much admired actor who, in a 50-year career performed in a wide variety of films and television plays and serials. He was one of those people who you tended to watch for himself rather than the character he was portraying, such was the charm of his personality and style.
But he was also something of a character himself. Among the many tributes paid to him is one from Cornwall where, in the 1980s, Keith Barron ran a restaurant in Hayle. He last performed in the county in 2014 when a stage version of `Duty Free` toured Truro`s Hall for Cornwall. In an interview at the time he said, "The show is still amazingly popular - probably because it`s about the eternal quest of trying to get your leg over. Not just men, I hear there are several women like that, especially in Camborne." A joker to the end.
Now here`s where I go off on the odd tangent - not unusual, I know. Out of the long and distinguished list of his performances, the ones I immediately associated with when I learned of his passing were when he was cast as Nigel Barton in Dennis Potter`s plays for television - Stand Up Nigel Barton and Vote, Vote, Vote for Nigel Barton.
And it`s here that my attention becomes diverted to Dennis Potter, arguably the most influential dramatist of the last century. In addition to the Nigel Barton ones, he bequeathed us such memorable plays as The Singing Detective, Lipstick on Your Collar, Pennies from Heaven and Blue Remembered Hills, the last written in the Forest of Dean dialogue, the area which formed the basis of Potter`s upbringing. My last and lasting memory of Dennis Potter was of him delivering a televised speech whilst drinking liquid morphine to help him through the pain of the pancreatic cancer which ended his life shortly after.
And so, in something of a tortuous route, the loss of Keith Barron has also led me back to AE Houseman`s `A Shropshire Lad` which contains the following:-
Seems somehow appropriate in remembering each of those who gave us so much enjoyment and so many memories.
But he was also something of a character himself. Among the many tributes paid to him is one from Cornwall where, in the 1980s, Keith Barron ran a restaurant in Hayle. He last performed in the county in 2014 when a stage version of `Duty Free` toured Truro`s Hall for Cornwall. In an interview at the time he said, "The show is still amazingly popular - probably because it`s about the eternal quest of trying to get your leg over. Not just men, I hear there are several women like that, especially in Camborne." A joker to the end.
Now here`s where I go off on the odd tangent - not unusual, I know. Out of the long and distinguished list of his performances, the ones I immediately associated with when I learned of his passing were when he was cast as Nigel Barton in Dennis Potter`s plays for television - Stand Up Nigel Barton and Vote, Vote, Vote for Nigel Barton.
And it`s here that my attention becomes diverted to Dennis Potter, arguably the most influential dramatist of the last century. In addition to the Nigel Barton ones, he bequeathed us such memorable plays as The Singing Detective, Lipstick on Your Collar, Pennies from Heaven and Blue Remembered Hills, the last written in the Forest of Dean dialogue, the area which formed the basis of Potter`s upbringing. My last and lasting memory of Dennis Potter was of him delivering a televised speech whilst drinking liquid morphine to help him through the pain of the pancreatic cancer which ended his life shortly after.
And so, in something of a tortuous route, the loss of Keith Barron has also led me back to AE Houseman`s `A Shropshire Lad` which contains the following:-
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows.
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content
I see it shining plain.
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
Seems somehow appropriate in remembering each of those who gave us so much enjoyment and so many memories.
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