He has HUGE hands – which is fucking worrying given the current speculation/s…but he was still (Sir) Cliff Richard and I went along because it was a job; I was reviewing him. And he was okay, it was half a good gig actually…but Cliff will never be cool. So the next day, I was out for a stroll with my baby son, pushchair in and out of town, and a random passer-by shouts out, “Ha! Cliff Richard eh, ridiculous!” Because he’d (obviously) read the review in the paper. I replied, without stopping, “so you were there then?” And then he called back, “fuck no!” as if that passed for knowledge.
It was three years ago, almost to the day, and I probably think more about how big his fucking hands are rather than the number of hits he’s had or the amount he served up on the night.
Cliff definitely thinks he’s got more hits than the songs that actually resonate. But I don’t know, cherry pick the best of the early stuff and dip in for some of the 70s/80s cheese…and it’s really not that bad. Strange that saying that would have you cast as some sort of Cliff Apologist. He had a better 80s than most of his contemporaries and indeed many the half-generation or so younger…
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.