I
don’t suppose he was in the slightest risqué on screen in the 1960s, about
which he gave a charming interview in 1965, nor
would I have appreciated all his jokes. However, I vividly recall his slightly
bulging eyes, goofy teeth and those eyebrows which seemed to operate in
impudent independence of his other facial features.
As
well as his eponymous show Roy Hudd was a frequent guest on BBC weekend variety
programmes starring Lulu or Cilla Black. His ‘dance’ with Cilla in
’76 was probably not his finest moment and perhaps hastened the demise of
variety but examples of his better work on YouTube are sadly lacking. Around
the same time, he was an ideal choice to get the audience laughing on Seaside Special,
another unlamented Saturday night summer staple.
He
seemed to disappear from our screens during the Eighties although I occasionally
sought him out on Radio 2’s long-running topical series The News Huddlines. I preferred the more satirical Week Ending on Radio
4 but the enthusiasm of Hudd and June Whitfield was undoubtedly infectious. Perhaps
his style had become passé but I really wasn’t expecting his reinvention in the
Nineties as a serious actor.
If
I hadn’t still been living with the parents there’s no way I’d have countenanced
watching a Dennis Potter serial. The writer’s penchant for kinky sex scenes and
lip-synched old songs had mostly left me cold in Pennies From Heaven and more of the same was duly served up in 1993’s
Lipstick On Your Collar, featuring young
whippersnappers Ewan McGregor and Douglas Henshall. And, blow me, there was Roy
Hudd as a rather sad middle-aged lech lusting, like every other male character,
over Louise Germaine. Here he is at breaking point,
11 minutes into what I think was the concluding episode.
A
year later he was in another BBC series, the somewhat lighter Common as Muck.
Star Edward Woodward looked more Hudd-like than Roy himself but the comedian
held his own in an excellent cast. Ever since, he has popped up in a range of
series, from Last of the Summer Wine
to Corrie, playing an assortment of Arthurs,
Georges, Charlies and Franks. One of the few I personally experienced was his
cameo towards the end of One Foot in the Grave in 2000. If only for five minutes, he fitted in to the surreal world of Victor Meldrew
like a snug pair of furry slippers.
In
2017 he played Olivia Colman’s elderly dad in the third run of Broadchurch. It wasn’t a major part but
it was notable for the character being one of the few in the series not actually
suspected of murder. Only last year, into his eighties, Roy was inevitably hospitalised
in Casualty,
a fate shared with so many veteran actors.
But
for all his critical acclaim as a thesp, Roy Hudd remains a witty and engaging gagsmith
and raconteur, as seen in this chat show. Now,
I wouldn’t have watched an Alan Titchmarsh chat show if you’d paid me, but it illustrates
what made Roy such a wonder to watch. The Dawsons, Mannings and Howerds may
have enjoyed greater fame and familiarity but Hudd rarely left you with anything
but a stupid smile on your face.
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