Long time ago, late 70s-early 80s, I would listen to a cassette tape obtained by my late elder brother of a Max Boyce performance.
For some decades now, I have been trying to pin down either the recording or the poem/story. It is a spoken delivery, rather than sung.
The poem/story features Rev. Goronwy Roberts.
Part of the story is about a set of false teeth which are accidentally flushed down the toilet.
I can recall two scraps of the poem/story.
[I think it was The Reverend Goronwy Roberts who goes to find the sewage treatment officer] “to ask had any teeth come through?”
[…]“There was this tea chest, full of them; all neatly stacked in rows…”
Max’ delivery of these lines is interrupted by his endearing tendency to be able, just, to control his laughter at knowing what comes next.
The story may or may not have happened during a coach trip to an away test match: possibly against Scotland, but this may be a false memory.
My yearning to track down this recording is in part to be able to play it to my 80-year-old father-in-law, who adores this kind of humour.
I am half-Dutch, but passionately followed Welsh Rugby since the late 70s.
However I confess that I am inspired to join this forum because of the comprehensive help given to the member who posted the topic,
“Lost in about 1970, Max Boyce song, can anyone help?”.
So, please, please, can anyone help me in pinning down this recording?
best wishes all - mick
I think this might be what you’re looking for. “Two Silver Clocks”. Starts about 5mins 45secs into this video
[https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QTStsOSCxiY&pp=0gcJCdgAo7VqN5tD]
This forum is amazing!
I can but echo the comment of verity-davey.
This forum is awesome; its members brilliant.
I have just now seen the comments above.
I have indeed, just now, shared the suggested link with my father-in-law, who was creased double for almost the whole recital.
I am sorry not to have checked before today, but so long has been my search, and so fruitless, that I didn’t want to check before now.
We have just finished our dinner, this evening, and my father-in-law had repeated the story of his friends: the wife had emptied the tea leaves into the toilet of their tied cottage, then sent the husband out to the manhole to catch the teapot lid before it was flushed into the tank. It prompted me to check for a reply in this forum, and there it was.
So not the Reverend Goronwy Roberts, but ÂżPruddock Pugh?
Like that scene in “Ratatouille” when the inspector tastes the first mouthful of the title dish, I was hurled back to my elder brother’s bedroom, and a happier, more carefree time.
Thank you very much.
mick