Friday, 31 January 2020
Wednesday, 29 January 2020
The never ending story of 'Lord Lucan's Disappearance'
Neil Berriman says Lucan, who vanished after the murder of Sandra Rivett in 1974, lives as a Buddhist in a shared house. |
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Lucan's murdered nanny claims to have found missing Earl alive
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Richard John Bingham, Lord
Lucan who mysteriously disappeared after the murder of his children's nanny
Sandra Rivett, at the family's Belgravia home in 1974. He has never been seen
since
The son of
the nanny killed by Lord Lucan claims he has found the peer in Australia.
Neil
Berriman says Lucan, who vanished after the murder of Sandra Rivett in 1974,
lives as a Buddhist in a shared house.
After
telling police of his findings, he said: “I know he’s still alive.”
The man he
believes to be Lucan is in his mid-80s and seriously ill, awaiting major
surgery and virtually housebound in a large shared detached house in the suburbs.
Mr
Berriman, 52, has been to Scotland Yard’s Cold Case Unit with his findings,
telling them: “I believe I have tracked down the man, Lord Lucan, who murdered
my mother.”
a man
holding a sign posing for the camera: Neil Berriman has spent thousands on his
own investigation© Ian Vogler/Daily Mirror Neil Berriman has spent thousands on
his own investigation
He said the
officer he spoke to agreed that police must look into his claims. He added:
“They will now have to investigate this properly.”
The building
contractor and father-of-two claims Lucan based himself in Perth on arrival in
Australia, but moved to another part of the country after a series of
disagreements with pals.
He now has
a new group of friends. Two are young Englishmen, and another is an Australian
he first met on a Buddhist retreat 11 years ago. They all take part in daily
meditation sessions.
The mystery
man needs a part-time carer, and often sits on the verandah listening to trains
in the distance. The friends confirmed to the Daily Mirror that an elderly
Englishman who looks like Lucan lives at the house.
Lord
“Lucky” Lucan, who would have turned 85 last month, disappeared after the
murder of Miss Rivett at the family’s exclusive mews home in Belgravia, Central
London, on November 7, 1974.
He had run
up huge gambling debts, his volatile marriage to Lady Veronica Lucan had
collapsed and the couple were going through a bitter custody battle over their
three children.
Police
believe he attacked Miss Rivett with a taped-up piece of lead piping after
mistaking her for his wife.
After the
attack he fled and was last spotted at the manor house home of Peter and Susan
Maxwell-Scott in East Sussex.
At the time
there were rumours he had committed suicide by throwing himself off a
cross-Channel ferry from Newhaven days after the murder. But no body was ever
washed up, and the mystery of his disappearance has endured for 46 years. It
has always been thought possible that powerful friends may have helped him
escape to avoid a lengthy prison sentence.
Lord Lucan
was a member of the Clermont Set, a group of powerful, wealthy people including
millionaire businessmen Sir James Goldsmith and John Aspinall. There have been
sightings in South Africa, the Maldives, India and even India. But, despite
extensive police inquiries, he has never been found.
Mr
Berriman’s quest began when he discovered 12 years ago that he was Sandra
Rivett’s secret son, who had been adopted shortly after birth.
When Lucan
was formally declared dead by the High Court on February 3, 2016, he received a
detailed tip by letter that Lucan was in fact alive.
He then
decided to spend £30,000 of his own cash on a private investigation. As he dug
deeper, he claimed evidence showed that Lucan had indeed escaped British
justice.
Mr
Berriman, who lives with partner Kim in Milland, West Sussex, said: “He has
been alive all this time. Lying about who he is. Lying about it to his new
friends.
“They are
fully aware he is a mystery elderly Englishman and not who he is claiming to
be.
John
Bingham, 7th Earl of Lucan wearing a suit and tie posing for a photo: Lord
Lucan with his wife Veronica, Lady Lucan© Universal Pictorial Press Lord Lucan
with his wife Veronica, Lady Lucan
“The people
he lives with know he has a mystery past and what he tells them does not add up.
They have had their suspicions for many years.
“Lucan is a
deceitful conman and he is the man who murdered my mother.
“There is
absolutely no doubt in my mind he escaped that night, with the help of friends
who helped him get across the Channel and get a new passport, and incredibly he
is still alive.
“From my
own inquiries he’s had at least six different identities."
The police
have asked Mr Berriman to return to them to fully present the evidence
painstakingly collected from his personal four-year investigation. Now he is
demanding they put a team of detectives together to look into his fresh
information fully. Attempts are still being made to try to confirm
independently if his claims are true.
Scotland
Yard said it would not comment on the case, adding: “Generally however we don’t
comment on who we may or may not speak to when/if a case is reviewed.” The
mystery man is aware of the claims, but the Mirror has chosen not to reveal his
identity.
Mr Berriman
admitted the search has taken over his life. He said: “I’ve spent around
£30,000 of my own money in this search for the truth.
“I’ve paid
for flights, hotels and even expert facial recognition technology for analysis.
That showed a similarity of over 85% – and that is taking into account all the
plastic surgery he has clearly had. It certainly has all added up.
a person in
a newspaper: The frontpage of the Daily Mirror in 1974 as the scandal broke©
Provided by Mirror The frontpage of the Daily Mirror in 1974 as the scandal
broke
“It’s taken
me all over Australia and it’s taken me to meet all sorts of people who have
helped me along the way – my journey to discover the truth.
“But I
consider every penny was well spent – it has enabled me to get where we are
today. It took over my life but it had to be done. I know some people would say
that it’s become an obsession.
“That may
be so. But I would simply say to them: put yourself in my shoes.
“What would
you do if your mum had been killed, and no one had been brought to justice and
the man who killed her was never found? You’d do exactly what I’ve done to
discover the truth, I think. This has brought me and my family so much stress
and heartache.”
John
Bingham, 7th Earl of Lucan standing in front of a mirror posing for the camera:
Lord © PA Lord
But Mr
Berriman added, with a tear in his eye: “There is absolutely no doubt in my
mind it was the right thing to do.”
If Lord
Lucan is still alive it would have serious repercussions for the current Lord
Lucan, George Bingham, who is the son of the fugitive.
George
Charles Bingham, the 8th Earl of Lucan, would lose his title and inheritance if
his father is still alive.
The earldom
of Lucan was created back in 1795 during the reign of King George III.
The
Binghams are an Anglo-Irish aristocratic family. Among them were George
Bingham, the 3rd Earl of Lucan, who is best remembered for his controversial
role in the Crimean War, when he lead the cavalry division involved in the
infamous Charge of the Light Brigade.
Tuesday, 28 January 2020
Bill Nighy talks about clothes and de new version of Emma by Autumn de Wilde
‘I get
called lots of L words – louche, languid, laconic’: Bill Nighy wears cover
wears shirt by Aspesi and jacket by Drakes. Photograph: Sophia Spring/The
Observer
Interview
Bill Nighy:
‘It takes me a long time to recover if I see myself on screen'
Miranda
Sawyer
The
Observer
Film
Famous for
his languid charm, Bill Nighy is anything but relaxed. He talks acting, anxiety
– and the dreadful challenge of casual dressing
Miranda Sawyer
@msmirandasawyer
Sun 26 Jan
2020 08.00 GMT
The first
time I interviewed Bill Nighy was in 2004. Sixteen years ago! He has barely
changed. He is a remarkably consistent person, in taste and personality, and
because of this, he seems ageless. Perhaps a little slimmer and greyer than he
used to be, but that’s it. His hair is styled in the same way it has been for
several decades – longer on the top, slicked back from his forehead – and no
matter what year, what month, what day you catch him, he will be dressed in
what he calls “a decent lounge suit”, in navy, with appropriate shirt and
shoes. Heavy-rimmed specs nestle in his pocket or on his nose.
As familiar
as his outfit is his charm. Nighy is always charming, whether to fans, an
interviewer, a waiter. We meet in a hotel bar around the corner from his
apartment in Piccadilly and the first thing he does is inquire about me and my
life. And he listens to the answer: a nice trait not evident in every
successful actor. He bothers to entertain – his stories are delivered well,
whether they’re about famous people or someone he met out and about. He still
works very hard – often making four or five films a year – and he takes
pleasure in his job and is happy to talk about it. In fact, the only major
change in Nighy in the years I’ve known him is that he is no longer with his
long-term partner, Diana Quick (they separated in 2008, after 28 years
together). They remain on good terms and, he tells me, they had a jolly
Christmas with lots of people around the table. His daughter, Mary, is married
to a Frenchman. “There were charades,” he says. “We sang the Marseillaise. It
was great.”
So there
you have it: same as he ever was. But Nighy is far from dull. On the contrary,
he’s unusual: a very particular person with very particular tastes and habits.
What he likes are clothes, music, books, football, city life. He is a modernist
– “I do subscribe to that ethos” – with the accompanying purist attitude. He
can be wildly funny about his own horror when what he considers to be the
correct etiquette is not upheld. Though he’s played ageing rockers on a couple
of occasions, this is very much not his aesthetic. Anyway, because of all this
– Nighy’s style and politesse, his charisma and wit – he’s often
misinterpreted.
“I get called lots of L words,” he says.
“Louche, languid, laconic. A lounge lizard, like I’m a nuisance around women.”
He isn’t. He avoids romance. In fact, none of those descriptions would be
right.
For a
start, Nighy is far from the manor born. He grew up in Caterham, Surrey, to
Irish parents, in a house attached to his dad’s garage, with petrol pumps
outside the front door. (His dad, like him, was courteous and a snappy dresser:
he styled himself like Bing Crosby and used a cigarette as an accessory.) In
the 1970s, Nighy was friends with other working-class actors, like Julie
Walters and Pete Postlethwaite, when they all worked at the Liverpool Everyman,
and he can get quite angry about establishment attitudes.
But the
main thing people get wrong about Nighy is that they assume he’s relaxed. How
could such a cool cat be anything but chill? Actually, he is naturally fraught.
You can see it in his posture: he sits forward in his seat; he moves swiftly
through crowds, like a knife. He has a tendency to fret, to beat himself up
about stuff. His standards, high in everything, are almost insurmountable when
it comes to himself. He can’t read his own interviews, for instance, because
they send him into a fugue of misery. He can’t watch his own films for the same
reason. He doesn’t see what his fans see, which is an intelligent, gifted actor
being brilliant at his job.
This is
what he sees: “You look terrible,” he says. “Well, you look terrible according
to you, unless you’re a weirdo and you look at yourself and you think, ‘Wow, I
look pretty good.’ But I’m not one of those. So there’s that to get over, and
then you’ve got to watch yourself act and see yourself not pulling off all
those things you thought you might, this time, have pulled off. Instead, you
did that default thing that you always do. You think, ‘I did that again? Are
you serious?’”
‘I did that
again? Are you serious?’: Bill Nighy wears shirt by Drakes; trousers by Scott
Fraser and shoes by Joseph Cheaney & Sons
These might
seem trivialities, but they knock him sideways. “The trouble is that confidence
is a movable feast and I’m not famous for it,” he says. “And, therefore, it
takes me quite a long time to recover if I see myself on screen. Because all my
fears about my inadequacies are confirmed when I watch myself. I know there’s
an answer, and the answer is, get over yourself. But that’s hard. I suppose
it’s a form of dysmorphia. I mean, I hope it’s a form of dysmorphia.”
All of this
means that he’s rarely seen one of his films or TV shows the whole way through
(sometimes he sees bits, because he has to record extra dialogue after
filming). Which is a shame, obviously, because he’s been in some absolute
crackers: State of Play; Still Crazy; Notes on a Scandal; Gideon’s Daughter;
The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel; Sometimes Always Never.
And to this
long CV of fabulously watchable stuff, we can add the movie we are here to talk
about: Emma. Yes, yes, it’s ye olde Jane Austen, but this is a new version,
directed by LA rock photographer Autumn de Wilde, and it’s great, even for
those of us who are naturally allergic to Austen films. Nighy himself tends to
avoid period drama: partly because of the costumes and partly because they tend
to provoke a particular type of acting. “Everybody starts standing in a certain
way and talking in a certain way,” he says. “It’s the same with Shakespeare, or
Chekhov. Or Harold Pinter: everyone’s got a weird voice. It’s odd how that
style is handed down. I don’t think it’s even spoken about. And it’s very hard
to resist. I mean, I’m not immune.”
But this
new Emma, while it uses old-fashioned language, avoids such clichés. The
emotions are understandable. Booker prize winner Eleanor Catton wrote the
script, and the cast is not as you might predict, meaning it’s not an English
luvvie-fest. Nighy is great. It’s hard to think of him being bad in anything,
despite his self-criticism. His character, Emma’s father, Mr Woodhouse, is
constantly worried about draughts and the cold. There’s an amazing moment at
the start of a dinner party where someone mentions that there might be snow,
and he immediately starts panicking and insists everyone leaves.
“He’s a
valetudinarian,” says Nighy. “Not to be confused with a hypochondriac.
Hypochondria is being selfishly concerned with your own health. Valetudinarians
are obsessively concerned with other people’s. And therefore he lives in terror
of draughts and any kind of change in the weather. He’s always thinking that
everyone’s going to die. Which is ridiculous until you start reading anything
about 1815, and you realise he’s got a point.”
Nighy chose
to do Emma because he liked De Wilde. “I’d never met anyone like her, she is
very unusual. This California person with a punk ethic.” He went for a meeting
with her and instead of opening a laptop and showing him her vision on a
screen, De Wilde presented him with a wooden box, tied with a bow. Inside were
around 60 paper frames, like Regency portraits, with pictures inside. One was
of him: Nighy was her first choice for Woodhouse.
De Wilde is
one of several female directors whom Nighy has worked with. He is baffled as to
why anyone might see it as a male occupation. “I mean, what? Why on earth would
one set of genitalia recommend you, rather than another?” Anyway, he loved her.
He enjoys other people’s idiosyncrasies. He tells me about Emma’s director of
photography, Christopher Blauvelt, who comes from a skateboarding background,
which Nighy thought “deeply impressive”.
“He has a
punk band with his wife called Rat Shit!” he says, delightedly. During filming,
Nighy once caught Blauvelt lying on the ground, checking a shot. “Maintain the
bonnet,” said Blauvelt, in his LA skater drawl. Nighy found this so delicious
that he had a Fred Perry shirt especially altered for Blauvelt: he got Maintain
The Bonnet embroidered over the pocket. Maroon, on blue.
‘A
modernist? I do subscribe to that ethos’: Bill Nighy in a Golfer jacket ‘with a
zip that goes both ways’ by Grenfell and a turtle neck by Sunspel. Photograph:
Sophia Spring/The Observer
Nighy is
obsessed with clothes. When this magazine asked him to wear something for
photos other than his usual suit, he took it as a challenge, asking a stylist
friend to help him out. We discuss what he wore, and Nighy goes into mad
detail. He chose a couple of jumpers (“fine wool, nothing vulgar or chunky”),
and actually took off his suit jacket. “I wore a jacket called the Golfer, made
by Grenfell, which is essentially a short Harrington, but in olive green, not
blue. It has the plaid on the inside. And the groovy thing, the thing that
makes it all OK, is that the zip goes both ways, up and down.” Of course,
pre-shoot, he had been nervous, but he bumped into two fans, ladies from
America, while walking there, and they were complimentary. He “held on to this”
for confidence, while in front of the camera.
Nighy is
not designed for leisurewear, nor for leisure-life. When he was shooting
Pirates of the Caribbean (he played a giant squid with a Scottish accent) he
stayed indoors in his room, with the curtains shut, while the film’s other
actors spent their days off cavorting in the warm sea. By the end of the shoot,
he still didn’t know which way the beach was. He’s just done another film,
Minamata, with his old Pirates chum Johnny Depp, who he describes as
“Completely charming, gracious as ever, everyone gets treated impeccably.”
Nighy finds most actors easy to get on with. “Ninety-five per cent of everybody
in my world are decent, smart, funny people,” he says. “Everybody rubs along
together because they’ve got very used to getting to know people at some depth
quite quickly and over a short period of time, and then going on to do it with
another 100 people. And if anybody is sort of an obstacle of any kind, often
they don’t prosper.”
He works a
lot, because he gets asked a lot. “It’s a job,” he says. “I still get more than
four weeks off a year, which is more than most people.” When he’s not working,
Nighy likes to mooch around. He goes to bookshops, has a lunch, reads the
newspaper at a café table. He’s just made a playlist for Maison Assouline, a
café he frequents in Piccadilly. Because he’s in there so often, he asked the
waitress if she was sick of hearing Lovely Day by Bill Withers (“It’s a great
song, but it was on a lot”). The waitress confessed that she was a bit bored,
so Nighy spent weeks making a playlist. It has more than 100 songs on it. He
shows me it on his phone, reading out the tracks with intense delight. Angie
Stone, Dr John, Prince, Mary J Blige… He has a separate playlist of Mary J,
which he also shows me; and another that just features several versions of one
song, Be Thankful For What You’ve Got (original by William DeVaughn, he
informs). The man is a proper music spotter.
He made the
playlist partly because he enjoys it, but also because he loves cafés. “I’ve
spent quite a lot of time in New York, because of doing plays,” he says. “And
for a while I couldn’t work out what was slightly unsatisfactory about it. And
it’s because they don’t really have cafés. They have bars and they have diners,
all of which are great. But they’re not cafés. There were a few, but they don’t
have many where you sit out on the pavement.”
It’s what
he loves. He walks everywhere, because he hates feeling encumbered and he
associates having a car with that feeling, an extra thing to think about, some
more keys to carry. “I can always get a cab if needed, and I’ve got my Oyster
card, you know.” The countryside doesn’t appeal: “I pop in now and again and
have a look.” The sea is OK, for a short while. “For an outing. Outings are the
way forward. An outing to the seaside and then back home for tea.” It’s the
city life for him. He doesn’t mind being recognised, or having his photo taken
with fans. “People are perfectly gracious. And it all happens very quickly and
it’s nice.”
Before he
goes, I feel we should discuss Nighy’s other love: football.
Characteristically, he has an individual approach to fandom. He’s a Crystal
Palace supporter – they’re the team whose results he checks first – but he
flatly refuses to get involved in the macho, tribal aspect of football. “Only
because I’m greedy,” he says. “Last year, mostly I was watching Italian
football. Because I love all of the names and I love the strips and I love the
glamour and I love that they’ve got great hair, they’re all better looking than
us. I’ve been watching Inter Milan since Antonio Conte went with them. He’s got
a very interesting team, with Sensi and Barella and all these wonderful
players. I love that Ancelotti is in England… Ancelotti at Everton, for me,
it’s just a wonderful thing. He’s such an incredible man, unparalleled in his
career as both a player and as a manager. I love Liverpool, too. They’re great
to watch, they use the young players. Jürgen is some kind of maestro.”
I don’t
know quite how he does it, really. Who else could manage to express support for
both Everton and Liverpool and make it utterly logical and charming? But Bill
Nighy is a very particular man. And he’s not going to change. Thank goodness
for that.
Platters
that matter: a selection from Bill Nighy’s café playlist
Wish I
Didn’t Miss You Angie Stone
Mama Roux
Dr John
Leave it
Smoking’ Tamia
Stay This
Way The Brand New Heavies
Crazy
Ab‘Bout You Baby Ike and Tina Turner
Boo’d Up
Ella Mai
Every Day I
Write the Book Elvis Costello and the Attractions
Crystal
Clear Pharrell Williams
Only a Fool
Would Say Steely Dan
Breakfast
Can Wait Prince
By Your
Side Sade
Warm on a
Cold Night Honne
U + Me (Love
Lesson) Mary J Blige
Higher Than
the World Van Morrison with George Benson
Tramp Otis
Redding and Carla Thomas
Styling by
Tanja Martin; stylist assistant Elena Garcia; grooming by Celine Nonon using
Dermalogica Skincare; shot at the home of Kate Watson-Smyth,
madaboutthehouse.com
Monday, 27 January 2020
Breuer & Dawson / MARGATE / KENT / VIDEO: Breuer & Dawson Proudly Presents 'Rags To Riches' A True Life Adventure
Breuer & Dawson / MARGATE / KENT
Paul Breuer
began selling vintage clothing twenty years ago, first at Portobello, and then
also with Paul’s Place in the Arches of Camden Market. Matt Dawson started
working in the market after art college and through there soon came to know and
work with Paul.
Living in
Camden during her degree Catherine Dawson was a regular customer at the Arches,
indulging a passion for 50’s knitwear (and always regretting missing out on an
amazing Fleetwood Mac t-shirt at Paul’s Place!) Music being also a great love,
she went on to work in the music industry.
With Matt
and Paul both being guitarists they’ve been in many bands along the way.
However through the years both continued to work in vintage. With Paul and his
children already living in Kent, Matt, Catherine and their children decided to
make the move too. Seeing such huge potential in the Old Town area of Margate
we three couldn’t resist the idea of opening a shop together; a natural
progression of our friendship and mutual passion for all things vintage.
It’s fair
to say that the founders of Breuer & Dawson are passionate about vintage –
a fact exemplified by the quality of the men and women’s clothing they stock.
Expect shelves of knitwear and denim, plus rails of plaid shirts and workmen’s
jackets. It all goes perfectly with the shop’s forest green façade and trad
painted signage.
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Street
CT91
Margate, Kent
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Wednesday, 22 January 2020
Terry Jones, Monty Python founder, dies aged 77 / VIDEO:Terry Jones: five memorable moments from career of the Monty Python legend
Terry
Jones, Life of Brian director and Monty Python founder, dies aged 77
Jones, who
was diagnosed with dementia in 2015, was the main directing force in Python’s
films, as well a prolific creator of TV documentaries and children’s books
Terry
Jones: the Monty Python director – and a very naughty boy
Andrew
Pulver
@Andrew_Pulver
Wed 22 Jan
2020 13.45 GMTFirst published on Wed 22 Jan 2020 12.48 GMT
Terry
Jones, founder member of Monty Python and director of three of Python’s
celebrated feature films, has died aged 77, his family have announced. In a
statement they said: “Terry passed away on the evening of 21 January 2020 at
the age of 77 with his wife Anna Soderstrom by his side after a long, extremely
brave but always good humoured battle with a rare form of dementia, FTD.”
“Over the
past few days his wife, children, extended family and many close friends have
been constantly with Terry as he gently slipped away at his home in North
London. We have all lost a kind, funny, warm, creative and truly loving man
whose uncompromising individuality, relentless intellect and extraordinary
humour has given pleasure to countless millions across six decades.”
In 2016,
Jones and his family revealed he had been diagnosed with frontotemporal
dementia a year earlier, and he became a public face of the illness – appearing
at a Bafta Cymru awards ceremony to highlight its effects and being interviewed
in conjunction with longtime friend and collaborator Michael Palin in 2017.
Jeremy Hughes, chief executive of Alzheimer’s Society paid tribute, saying: “We
were lucky enough to work with Terry and his family when he joined us for our
London Memory Walk in 2017 and his support really helped inspire others to
unite against dementia. We are truly grateful for his aid in raising awareness
and much-needed funds.”
After huge
success with Python in the 1970s and early 80s, including the feature films
Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Life of Brian and The Meaning of Life, Jones
went on to work on a huge variety of projects. With Palin, he created the
successful TV series Ripping Yarns and forged a post-Python directorial career
with Personal Services, Erik the Viking and The Wind in the Willows. He made a
series of TV documentaries (specialising in medieval history), wrote nearly 20
children’s books, and contributed a string of comment pieces for the Guardian
and Observer denouncing the “war on terror”.
Palin said:
“He was far more than one of the funniest writer-performers of his generation,
he was the complete Renaissance comedian – writer, director, presenter,
historian, brilliant children’s author, and the warmest, most wonderful company
you could wish to have.”
Fellow
Python John Cleese said: “It feels strange that a man of so many talents and
such endless enthusiasm, should have faded so gently away,” adding: “Of his
many achievements, for me the greatest gift he gave us all was his direction of
Life of Brian. Perfection.”
Born in
Colwyn Bay, Wales, in 1942, Jones moved to England as a child, growing up in
Surrey. While at Oxford studying English literature, he met fellow student
Palin while performing in the Oxford Revue. After university, along with Palin,
Jones wrote and performed in a string of TV shows alongside other future stars
of British comedy – including Cleese, Graeme Garden, Bill Oddie, Eric Idle,
Peter Cook and David Jason – on The Frost Report, Do Not Adjust Your Set and
The Complete and Utter History of Britain.
In 1969,
Palin and Jones joined Cambridge graduates Cleese and Graham Chapman – along
with Idle and animator Terry Gilliam – on a BBC comedy sketch show. Eventually
broadcast under the title Monty Python’s Flying Circus, it ran until 1974, with
Jones largely writing with Palin (complementing Cleese’s partnership with
Chapman). Seemingly chaotic, frequently surreal and formally daring, Monty
Python’s Flying Circus would became one of the most influential shows in BBC
history, revolutionising comedy formats, spawning scores of catchphrases, and
inspiring an entire generation of comedians. Jones’s fondness for female
impersonation was a key feature of the show, as was his erudite writing.
However,
Jones was becoming more interested in directing. He later told the Guardian:
“You not only act in the things – you’ve got to actually start directing the
things as well. When we were doing Python the TV show, I was a real pain in the
neck.” After the sketch-compilation feature And Now for Something Completely
Different (released in 1971 with the ultimate intention of breaking the show in
the US), the troupe embarked on an original film, Monty Python and the Holy
Grail, and Jones got his chance to direct, in conjunction with Gilliam. He was
very much signed up to Python’s democratic instinct: “If all six of us laughed
at something, then we all felt, ‘That’s OK, we can go ahead with that.’ And,
for me, it was just a question of getting that on the screen, getting that
moment of us sitting around the read-through, that moment where we all
laughed.”
Jones took
over the Pythons’ next film, The Life of Brian, as a solo director, with
Gilliam opting to concentrate on the film’s design. Backed by George Harrison’s
HandMade films and released in 1979, the religious satire proved a major
commercial hit as well as sparking global controversy. Jones made a memorable
screen contribution as Brian’s mother, squawking to the assembled worshippers:
“He’s not the messiah, he’s a very naughty boy!”
Jones then
directed the Python’s 1983 release, The Meaning of Life, on an even more
elaborate scale, stitching together sketches, musical numbers and complex
effects scenes. The film also contains arguably Jones’s most famous on-screen
character: the giant Mr Creosote, who explodes after a final “wafer-thin mint”.
With the
Python team agreeing to make no more feature films, Jones was free to branch
out. Personal Services, a comedy based on the real-life story of suburban
brothel-keeper Cynthia Payne was released in 1987. He followed this up in 1989
with Erik the Viking, which starred Tim Robbins as a reluctant pillager, and
was based on his own children’s book published in 1983.
As well as
Erik the Viking, Jones was able to indulge his own fervent interest in ancient
and medieval history in TV series, including Crusades (1995), Medieval Lives
(2004) and Barbarians (2006), which he presented with infectious enthusiasm. He
also published two books on Chaucer and created the kids’ TV cartoon Blazing
Dragons, which ran for two seasons from 1996-98 and told the history of
chivalry from the dragons’ point of view. Jones was also a prolific writer of
children’s books, including self-originated fairytales such as Nicobobinus.
Jones
became a vociferous opponent of the Iraq war, and published a collection of his
newspaper columns and other writings in the 2004 book Terry Jones’s War on the
War on Terror.
His final
directorial credit was the 2015 comedy Absolutely Anything, in which all four
surviving Python members participated, but it received an unenthusiastic
reception.
Jones was
married twice: between 1970 and 2012 to biochemist Alison Telfer, with whom he
had two children, and in 2012 to Anna Söderström, with whom he had one child.
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About Darcy
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Darcy
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then was to supply accurate replicas of mens period shirts and collars for use
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