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Saved from decay by Frank Holland who housed them in his garage until he found this deconsecrated church on the river in Brentford.They were his children that he jealously guarded.
Sidney Harrison was President of the piano museum and his wife,also Sydney,would often organise evenings to create funds for Liver Cancer research.On one occasion we played Czerny Semiramide transcription for 16 pianists on 8 pianos in a reduced version though.
Sidney and me,Eric Harrison,Graham Johnson,Linn Hendry and Sidneys doctors` wife that very fine pianist, Irene Kohler.
Sidney had picked up only half the scores not realising that they were the ones with the accompaniment only.The ones with the tune were left behind in the RAM library!
I got the orchestral score and filled them in with one finger much to the disgust of all concerned who just thought I should have played them before!
Sidney Harrison was President of the Piano Museum and soon got the BBC interested in the historic performances on piano rolls that Frank Holland had collected over the years.There were late night programmes on the ‘Third’ programme where I would listen mesmerised by performances of Godowsky, Rosenthal, Levitski and Lehvinne .There was talk of giving Franks collection of instruments to the Victoria and Albert Museum to be housed in less leaky circumstances.
Frank did not want to relinquish control of his babies so he stayed in the leaky church until his death. Many years later this new building was constructed just down the road from the church on the river overlooking Kew Gardens. Obviously the funds from the sale of the converted flats in the church must have more than subsidised this new building where the pianos are safely looked after by ex BBC experts happy to preserve this monument for posterity to wonder at .
Like most churches this too has not been spared from conversion into luxury flats.
The piano museum has moved down the road a few hundred yards into an specially contructed edifice.
A long way from Franks leaky garage.






















25 Arlington Gardens Chiswick……..
The Axworthy homestead from the beginning of the last century.
Just off Turnham Green where the “Axworthys” played cricket .On the green was the Five Steps Club on the corner where there are now a block of luxury flats.
Overlooked by the second largest theatre in London after the London Palladium …The Chiswick Empire …..demolished in the ’60s to make way for an ever more derelict office block.
As children we would come to see our grandmother ~Nain~ my fathers mother who after the annual outing to the pantomime would give us the most wonderful hot cheese scones,dripping with butter.
My grandfather in his winged collar and pin stripes looking like Soames,and living an estranged existence since a family member had to go to Flanders at the end of the first world war where he spent much time in the trenches and philandering with the same passion after.
Reminding him that he had a wife and 9 children awaiting his return!
The last two performances ,in the Empire were of Cliff Richards and the Shadows and Liberace recent winner of a libel suit against a newspaper that had accused him of being something he claimed he was not.
Totally vindicated they pulled down the Chiswick Empire after his week of performances!
Hugh Grant was born just around the corner on the Green.
Small world!



















Lots to say about this Humble Boy with a bee in his bonnet
Well a four star review in the Sunday Times …how could I miss
it……………. just around the corner from me in Richmond.
Ileana and I used to go to the Orange tree when it was a big room above the pub .
We saw some extraordinary productions done on a shoe string budget but with such imagination and a passionate desire to communicate something new.
I remember a memorable production of Crime and Punishment by Dostoevskij in this little room.
I have been back a few times to the new Orange Tree built next to the pub as occasionally I might go back to the beautiful Matcham theatre on the Green.
Unfortunately these days commercial necessities have taken precedence over the actual reason for doing theatre.
It was the great Italian theatre director Orazio Costa Giovangigli when asked by a well off (subsidised !) public theatre company if he would consider directing a play with a budget of only 400 .
“I cannot possibly accept because I would not know how to spend the money.”
Obviously intending that artistic considerations should take precedence over any other.
Budget could be accommodated … artistic compromise never!
In my youth I would go into the Gods at Richmond Theatre to see John Guilgud,Googie Withers,Edith Evans and the whole of the great english theatre including Arthur Askey in the annual Pantomime ……..
Yes he was up there with the greats too.Bumble bee and all.
The theatre was rarely full and as a little boy I could sneak down in to the stalls to get a better look.
Times have changed and seats need to be filled!
The best way to fill them is to have our TV heros in person on stage regardless of whether they can actual sustain a theatrical role however brilliant they may be in Coronation Street!
The public are usually retired gentlefolk out for a Tuesday evening at the theatre …..Whats on eh!…….
So I am reliant on the critics . I managed to secure the last seat at the Orange Tree to see this much lauded play.
In the round with all the local gentlefolk obviously having a good night out.
The highlight for them in a play that with all generosity could
only be described as a poor mans’ Ayckbourn was when an elderly member of the cast did actually pull out his member and peed all over them!They loved it !
I stayed to the bitter end as I had paid over twenty pounds for the ticket .
Uplifted or disgusted I was neither.
Worse, indifferent !!!!!!! …..and wishing I had stayed at home.
My local cinema in Italy is on the top of Mount Circeo in San Felice.
It is the place that Anna Magnani adored and where she lived and she is in fact still there five feet down!
The 40 seat cinema named after Anna Magnani must be one of the most beautiful in the world and it shows only one film a week and tries to cater quite rightly for all tastes.
So I was thrilled to see that a few weeks ago there would be the Oscar winning film “The shape of water”.
A beautiful poster of what looks like water nymphs very artistically and enticingly depicted.
Little was I expecting what I actually got!
Roughly the plot was this:
A rather ordinary looking young lady with a handicap -she could not talk- falls in love with a monster that is kept in a cage and occasionally let loose to be badly treated by a gangster type maniac.
She elopes with the monster only to be shot together with her companion by this maniac whose intimate married pleasures we have not been spared in a quite unrelated scene.
All necessary ingredients for success according to the PR boys .
Another tick in another box .
The more ticks the more success we will have !!
The monster miraculously wipes away this little inconvenience as he does for his loved one and they swim off together to live happily ever after !
Well words at this point fail me ………
Know what I mean ?……….
Anna ….Rossellini,Fellini where are you?
Forgive us !


























