A Special Interview By SYD GILLINGHAM
She's anything but fair, definitely fat, and she'll never see forty again~ but for sheer warmth or personality, Rita Webb can put any beauty queen to shame!
LAUGH, Rita Webb declared, she nearly died. There she was, walking along and
minding her own business, when all of a sudden this bus conductor jumped off
his bus and came rushing up to her. "I love you," he said, "because
you remind me of my mother-in-law, she's a right old battleaxe~ just like
you!" And he quickly hopped back on his bus.
"I thought,` cor, that's nice, isn't it?" Rita told me, throwing
back her head and laughing all over again at the memory of it, when we met
at her large terraced house in London's Bayswater, It's been home for her
and her musician husband, Al Jeffrey, since they married 40 years ago.
"You see, the parts I play could so easily lead people to hate me, "she
added "they could say, There's that fat, ugly old girl on television
again! "But they don't they like me~ and that is really lovely.
"Only the other day after I'd been on the box, I was coming out of the
supermarket when a woman came up to me and she said, `Oh you do make me laugh!
As soon as you come on, my old man calls out and tells me~ here you are, he
says, here's that Rita Webb!` It's smashing to hear that!
"All the bus drivers know me, too, and they beep-beep at me as they pass.
And when you consider it, I'm not a star, am I?" Rita declared.
"And I can go down the market in the Portobello Road
and help myself~ I pay for things of course~ to the 'flash' from the front
of the stall."
"The flash? Oh that's the good stuff they put at the front of the stall
or barrow as opposed to the old rubbish they have at the back. But, to be
honest, they don't do that much these days.
"But best of all, are the wonderful letters I get from people who tell
me I make them happy. I had one from a woman who has been bedridden for thirty
years, I thought, my God ,I'm paid to do something I love doing~ and she thanks
me! Can you imagine that?"
"But it does give me a nice feeling~ because I'm happy
and I want everybody else to be happy, too."
I soon learned that, if nothing else, Rita ~ who weighs in at 15 stone and
stands four-foot-ten in her stockinged feet~ is indeed happy. The joyous,
uproarious laughter that regularly punctuates her conversations leaves you
in no doubt about it.
It's the kind of laughter she herself has helped to raise in the company of
our top comedians-Ken Dodd, Benny Hill, Dick Emery, Jimmy Tarbuck, Spike Milligan,
Eric Sykes, and Bruce Forsyth among them. You name them the chances are she
has worked with them.
And almost always, she plays the part of someone more cockney than a barrelful
of jellied eels. The strange thing is, as she explained to me, she's not a
cockney at all.
"I was born in London" she told me, "but in Maida Vale, my
farther did some filming in his younger days, but I think it was more for
a joke than anything else."
"His farther~ he always had to call him sir ~ was a surgeon dentist,
and a friend of the famous writer, Sir Max Beerbohm".
"Are you going to tell me when you were born?" I
asked Rita then, "No," she replied without any hesitation at all.
"I'm as old as my tongue, and a bit older than my teeth!
I've got one brother and he was born two years after me. But at the last count
a week or two ago he was twenty-five years older than me!" and she dissolved
into laughter again. "I always wanted to be an actress," she continued.
"I ran away from home when I was fifteen and got a job as a chorus girl
at the old Metropolitan Theatre in Edgeware Road. I worked for about two months
and then the police found me and took me home. "I had to go back to school
for a little while, and when that was over I returned to being a chorus girl.
I went on to appear at variety theatres in all parts of the country, and it
was at this time I met Jeffie."
"Jeffie" is Rita's pet name for her husband. A one-time member of
a musical act on the variety theatre circuit and for 33 years a teacher of
the guitar and banjo for the Inner London Education authority, he calls her
"Podge."
"He hasn't always called me 'Podge,' you know," Rita remarked. "In
the early days, I weighed nine-stone, and was quite attractive.. "I'll
admit I'm too fat at fifteen stone. I'd like to be slimmer-if only because
I puff and blow a bit climbing the stairs. I do sometimes try to get some
weight off, but the only way I can do it is to literally go without food-and
I do love my grub!" "What's your favourite food?" I asked "All
of it!" she exclaimed, bursting out laughing again. "I love curry,
which I make myself, and rare roast beef, with Yorkshire pudding, baked potatoes,
sweet potatoes, and two or three vegetables-and two helpings of everything
on a great big plate! "Do you know" she went on "I once appeared
with Chris Kelly on a programme called Keep Britain Slim There was no script-we
just made it up as we went along-and on the first programme I said, "Well,
girls we must lose a bit of weight otherwise we won't be able to wear our
bathing suites!"
"I told them I was twelve stone-which I was at the time-and that I was
going to get some of it off. Then a bloke walked in with two sacks of potatoes,
which apparently represented the excess weight I was carrying around! "There
was a doctor on the programme and he asked Chris how old I was, and Chris
said he didn't know. "Well she'll be dead by the time she's such and
such an age," the doctor said. "Chris told me about this conversation
when we were going home on the train. "Silly old fool!" I said 'he
doesn't know it, but I'm past that now!"
"But the funny thing was that I was supposed to go on the last programme
in the series and show them how much weight I had lost. "And I couldn't-I'd
put on another stone! I just didn't have the cheek to go! "When I was
young, we used to save up to buy pretty dresses," Rita recalled. "Now
girls wear jeans, and his 'n' hers clothes, and when you look at them, you
can see their bones sticking out, can't you? "I was only thinking the
other day, I don't think I've ever felt a bone sticking out of my body! "Mind
you, that's why I like this Kaftan. It covers everything, doesn't it?"
And very prettily, too!
I asked Rita to tell me how she managed to break into television. "Well,
when I first saw it, I thought blimey, I ought to be in that! So I wrote to
Val Gielgud and told him I'd watched his programme, and I'd come to the conclusion
he could use some good actresses. "He replied by saying I must understand
he couldn't tell his producers 'whom to use' I wrote back and said, 'don't
tell them whom to use-just tell them to see me!" "Two months later
I got a letter asking me to go along and see a producer. I went along and
found hundreds of people waiting-redheads, greenheads, fat ones, thin ones,
the lot. I felt like clearing off again," Rita went on. "Anyway
the producer came up and asked me to go into this room. In front of all the
other people, and read something. They said to me, 'can you do cockney?' 'Are
you kidding!' I said "I read it and they said 'we'll let you know.' 'Blimey,'
I said, 'are you still saying that? I cleared off and went to the pictures.
"When I came out, I phoned Jeffie and he told me the BBC-TV people had
been trying to contact me. I'd got the job. It was my first acting part-I
played a landlady in something called 'War on Crime.' "It's
funny, but for a long time i've had the feeling that someone.somewhere has
been looking after me. "Actress Sandra Dorne, a very good friend of mine,
was sitting with me in the kitchen one day and said, 'they're making a film
called "Moulin Rouge," why don't you phone why don't you phone up
and see if thee's a part in it for you? She was always kidding along to do
things like that-I hadn't done many films up to that point. "It was to
be directed by the famous John Huston. so I dialled the number and said, 'I
want to speak to John Huston, please'
"and as true as i'm sitting here, the voice at the other end said, 'John
Huston speaking.' "I sadi, 'Now I hear you're making a film called "Moulin
Rouge." You want the best actresses, don't you? i'm the finest actress
in England!" "He told me to go along and see one of his blokes,
but Sandra insisted it was someone having a joke with me. But it wasn't I
got the part.
How did the first of Rita's many cockney roles come about, I asked then. "A
comedian asked me to play the part of a cockney in his TV show," Rita
replied and that was that. "My earlier work on television-with no trace
of a cockney accent-was with actors and actresses like Esmond Knight, George
Benson and Dilys Hamlett. "I love drama-and i think i'm a good, natrual
actress.But, then, one day I looked at what i'd earned from drama, and what
i'd earned from comedy, and found that the comedy parts had brought in six
times as much!" she told me.
"I'd like to do more drama, though to satisfy the creative urge, which
I know I have in me. "But then, if i'm able to make people happy, as
they tell me I do, that's important, too, isn't it? "As far as this buisness
is concerned, I have some wonderful memories of the people i've worked with.
"Gary Cooper, for example. I was in "The Naked Edge" with him.
a film he made before he died. "He used to bring me home here every night
after we'd finished at the studio. I used to think, if only we could have
the light on inside the car so that everybody could see me sitting here with
this lovely Gary Cooper! "I'd always loved him, you see, He told me,
"when I come back to work in this country, honey, i'm going to ask for
you!" But, of course, he never came back," Rita recalled. "I
could'nt have children, but I don't think that's a regret," she went
on. ""I don't think i've missed anything, because Jeffie and i are
so much to each other. He's my lover, my husband, my father, my brother, and
my son. And I'm all things to him too. "One day when I was giving him
a mouthful, I said to him, 'i'm everything to you-i'm your French mistress
as well!" "He said, 'not lately, you haven't been!' And we both
burst out laughing. And he put his arms round me and I said, 'careful, Jeffie,
or the dinner will spill-because I was cooking the dinner over the stove.
"And he said, 'oh, Podge, let's cuddle while we can! And I squeezeed
him so hard he could scarcely breathe. "I told the story when i was a
guest on Pete Murray's 'Open House' on Radio 2, and I had hundreds of letters.
And a poet, John M Cookridge, wrote a poem called, 'Cuddle While You Can'."
I asked Rita to look back on her career and tell me which, for her, had been
the best part of all. "I don't know about that," she replied, "there
have been so many, but i'll tell you about some applause I once had which
i'll never forget. "I'm a blood donor, you see, and I was once called
to a hospital to give some blood person-to-person. The man was lying on the
bed, and his face was a dirty, greyish colour. "When it was all over
and I was walking out of the ward, everyone sat up and clapped me." Her
eyes filled with tears and she dabbed at them self-consciously with her handkerchief.
"Silly old fool, I am! she declared. I'm too emotional. I hate telling
that story, because it makes me cry. "Being an actress isdn't work to
me, you know, doing housework, now that's work. "No, when I walk into
a television studio, I tell 'em 'I haven't come to work-I've come to enjoy
myself!' "I always feel like laughing and joking. And I soon get 'em
going at parties. I'm not acting, you see, i'm just being me. "Do you
know, i've had people cancel their party if I haven't been able to come!"
I believed her. As a matter of fact, I'd just had a jolly good time myself.
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My Weekly - 20th October 1979
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