The Official Drifters  --

The Official Drifters —

The Official Drifters came to the Royal Hippodrome Theatre in Eastbourne recently, and their management insisted that two bouncers stood guard by the stage in case ladies tried to get up there with the act. Yes, that’s right, in sedate Eastbourne.

So, two of the volunteer ushers were told to stand at the front, by the speakers, ready to be overwhelmed. Yours truly was one, a 66 year old pensioner, and some of the time his wife was the other one. I suspect that my courage would have faltered if presented with overwhelming odds. Rather than be overbearing, I thought that the tactful approach was far better, so stood there, in a prominent position, dancing away to the music, in my own little world. Apparently a lot of the audience were watching me instead of the main act.

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From now, forever known as “Harry’s Box”

I will willingly travel with them for the rest of the tour, performing the same support role, but so far the phone has failed to ring. Such is show businesses. There are still four men, but three are younger and would have been at best babies when the act was at its peak. They are slick, professional, and performed all their hits including Come On Over to My Place, Up on the Roof, Saturday Night at the Movies, More than a Number, and On Broadway. The capacity audience at this delightful theatre built in 1883 were entertained throughout, all you would expect from a group that have been performing on the world stage for so many decades.

Some strange little observations. They never once made eye contact with the audience. Yes, they were friendly, but there was no interaction. Their management made it clear that they would refuse to perform without the already mentioned two bouncers. If the stage were stormed, which had apparently already occurred at other venues, then they would leave the stage, never to return. And, even though they were keen to sell their merchandise in the foyer, there was no sign of the great men.

The Official Drifters are a class act. But they somehow made me feel that they think they are greater than they really are. They got to the theatre, they were professional, very early sound checks, but away as soon as possible, leaving the clearing up to their minions.

About Harry Pope

Very few writers earn more than £10,000 annually. Harry is one of the poorer ones. He is no longer middle-aged, as he knows no-one who is getting on for 140. Literary success has come with an attempt at maturity – failed both – but marital stability with Pam has more than compensated. He is an accomplished speaker, talking on a variety of topics, including how not to run a hotel, buried secrets, and what’s it worth. See Harry The Talker. He has five published books, see Harry The Writer. He is Eastbourne’s only licensed sight-seeing guide see Harry The Walker. He has a daily blog see Harry The Blogger. The only site not purchased is but that might come, who knows. He was a London funeral director for many years, then started Cheam Limousines in 1990, selling some thirteen years later. Arriving in Eastbourne in the Summer of 2003, Harry and Pam first bought a small guest house, then a large hotel, which proved to be disastrous because of their business partnership with a moron from California. He now walks, and talks, sometimes both at the same time.