Christmas message, via pantomime badges

Cliff Richard, when choosing a rhyme for ‘Christmas time’, chose ‘mistletoe and wine’. Sorry to remind you of that song as you’re probably sick of hearing it. I know I am. A far better rhyme: ‘Christmas time: pantomime’. Specifically, the one at the Theatre Royal.

Badges

Badges, late 1970s/early 80s, York Theatre Royal pantomime

Recently, while excavating a box of childhood things, I found these badges, which date from around Christmas time in various years, from the late 1970s/early 80s. Pantos at York Theatre Royal my sister took me to see.

I think we were probably there the year Berwick Kaler first performed. It was, the Theatre Royal website reminds me, Cinderella. I’m sure I had a badge from that year, saying ‘At midnight I turn into a pumpkin’. It’s probably in a different box, or drawer, or lost. It was 35 years ago.

1978 theatre programme

York Theatre Royal programme, 1978 pantomime

We were definitely there the following year. The box of 1970s things includes this programme.

Theatre programme, 1981 panto

York Theatre Royal programme, 1981 pantomime

And several others, including the programme for the first York panto written by Berwick Kaler, Aladdin, in 1981.

Panto: badges

‘Mother Goose’, badges from York Theatre Royal pantomimes

It’s Aladdin again this year – or rather, ‘Aladdin and the Twankeys’. The same stories make a reappearance after a decent interval. I seem to have two ‘Mother Goose’ badges. One is, I think, from the 1980 pantomime. The other, I’ve no idea.

The story, and any repeating of it, isn’t important. We all know that. People would go to see the panto at York Theatre Royal regardless. Because it’s superb. I wish I’d gone every year, but I haven’t.

Yellowed press cutting, 1980

Press cutting, 1980

Tucked in with the old panto programmes I’ve kept was this press cutting. Undated, but apparently from 1980. Berwick Kaler, it says, is already a ‘veteran’ of pantomime. He was 34 at the time. I was 13. Many wagon wheels have been thrown into the audience since.

The only other programme I have is from the mid 1990s, and I think it would be the last Theatre Royal panto I went to with my sister. My ‘late sister’. I remember, and I guess it would have been that year but it’s a long time ago and all the years and all the pantos we saw combine into one happy memory, but I remember us walking along St Leonard’s Place, by the railings of the old council offices, singing the ‘Babbies and bairns’ song, and laughing because we couldn’t get the tune quite right as we launched into it enthusiastically, spontaneously, and spontaneous expression wasn’t quite our thing.

I have heard it once since, from the Theatre Royal stage, and it made me cry, because I remembered someone while everyone was singing:

‘We’re all babbies, we’re all bairns
Babbies and bairns, we all agree
We’re all the same, what’s in a name?
Babbies and bairns are we’

I know, fancy crying at that. Forget my nostalgic wallowings. It’s a good message for this season of goodwill, and indeed for any old time beyond it. Happy Christmas, happy festivities, happy New Year, to all (young and senior) ‘babbies and bairns’ out there.

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