reading this then you're probably here for the same reasons as
me. I don't know what it is but every time I hear him speak the
speak I just collapse.
I managed to
wangle a few interviews with him a couple of years ago but I didn't
quite know what to expect. What I did get was a huge and
friendly welcome over a cuppa or two and a good few hours listening to an icon who
was totally at ease with himself, amazed at his own good fortune
and more than happy to regale you with incredible stories of the
great and the good that he'd worked with over the years.
And then he'd
start doing the Unwinese.
In case you ever
thought it was scripted, I can honestly tell you: no. It wasn't.
He spoke it like a second language. On tap.
The thing is,
Stanley was a genuine one off. Not a product of the 'Variety'
days but quite unique - and I use that word reservedly. He was.
No argument. It's as simple as that.
Now sadly gone
you have to wonder how this peculiar talent, this left turn of
the language as we know it will survive. Well, there's his
films, his telly, his books and loads of stuff around that he
did which is just plain funny. And there's always the few
who put up a darned good impersonation every now and then as
But this is not
a site for sadness. Indeed, I spit on the collective trousers
of Mr and Mrs Maudlin in order to bring you everything
Unwinesque that I can lay my hands on (well most of it,
anyway. Ebay's a bugger nowadays).
I know I'm slow
getting this site sorted but please bear with me while it's
under construction because hopefully it'll all have been worth
And finally, one
thing about those meetings that will always stay with me.
Stanley made the
strongest cups of tea I have ever ever tasted. No, they