Rex Jameson - Mrs Shufflewick live at the Black Cap GAY
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Vinyl Album on the Decca Records label
Mrs Shufflewick aka Rex Jameson
'A Drop Of The Hard Shuff...'
Recorded live at the Black Cap, Camden Town, London 1972, from the days when you had to ring the bell to be let in!
Fond of a drink or two, maybe (usually) more
his show was unpredictable, like a time bomb waiting to go off.
Side 1
1. The Amazing Mrs. Shufflewick, Part 1 Listen
concludes with
2. Don't Have Any More, Mrs Moore
3. Mrs. Shufflewick's 1st Monlogue
Side 2
1. Permissive Twit
2. The Amazing Mrs. Shufflewick, Part 2
concludes with
3. Don't Dilly-Dally On The Way
4. Mrs. Shufflewicks 2nd Monologue
Notes by Molly Parkin:
'Mrs Shufflewick is a dirty old woman. She is 60, maybe 70, weak-willed and easily led. She has usually just had a few, you can tell by her big red conk and boss-eyed way of walking. She loves a gossip but can never stop long in case her next gin gets cold on the counter. Everybody laughs at her. They call her 'Shuff', they whistle and poke fun and cheer when she hoicks up her skirts. They always shout for more, though she doesn't need encouraging. She is a terrible show-off, whether she is tiddly or not. There is no holding her when there are sailors around: she has a weakness for the Navy. The last sailor she met was French, he kissed her on both cheeks. She was doing up her laces at the time.
She calls herself Missus but has never been married. She tells terrible stories of what she gets up to - she has been telling them for the last 20 years, all over the place, at the Windmill, music halls, working-men's clubs, Mecca bingo halls - she has even told them on telly, but had to clean them up a bit.
One Monday she appeared at the Mecca Dominion, Walthamstow, the same night as Miss World. They both went to entertain the bingo-players. Shuff got the most laughs, mainly from madams who looked just like her. She had thought of hiring a bathing costume and going on as Miss Courage, riding 14 white horses from Whitbreads, not to be outdone.
She won't even be outdone at Christmas. She has written her own panto - a skit on Cinderella. She plays Cinders, or course. (She is still trying to decide whether to make Cinderella's slipper into a bovver boot or a pair of panties).
Mrs Shufflewick is very familiar with the Cinderella story. It happens to her every night. After the last laugh and when the clapping dies, she disappears too, into an old brown leather suitcase. And where she stood stands Rex Jameson. He is an elf. A five-foot, 40-year old with a face like Buster Keaton. And a little green cap on his head and a coat that is a bit too big.
He gives the feeling of being a foundling, which he was. He was dumped when two weeks old on the doorstep of Trinity College Hospital and spent his childhood in Southend with a foster mother. He is a classic clown and as different from his creation, Mrs Shufflewick, as it is possible to be. Small and shy and painfully unsure, he is lonely in love and agonisingly unlucky with his choices. He is protected in his bad patches by the loyalty of his friends and sustained by them, too, through his bouts of insecurity and deep depression.
He is shockingly difficult to manage, like a Hancock or Keaton or W.C. Fields. It is a full-time job. But then Mrs Shufflewick knows she has the audience before she even starts.
It is as painful and personal as laughing at your mother when she has had one too many. And, of course, as far as Rex Jameson is concerned, his mother might be in the audience laughing unknowingly at her son.
condition - Very Good+, there is a 1/2 inch scratch on side 2
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Grading of vinyl
Excellent:The record has been played, but there is very little lessening in sound quality. There might be some crackles before the music starts but nothing louder than the music unless stated. The cover and packaging might have slight wear and/or creasing.
Very Good:
The record has obviously been played many times, but displays no major deterioration in sound quality, despite noticeable surface marks and the occasional light scratch. Normal wear and tear on the cover or extra items, without any major defects, is acceptable.
Good:
The record has been played so much that the sound quality has noticeably deteriorated, perhaps with some distortion and mild scratches. The cover and contents suffer from folding, scuffing of edges, spine splits, discoloration, etc.
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