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Topic: The divine Mister M

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Dean BedfordOct 30, 2007
 

 
Paul Merton has just released a book about Silent Comedy and as a result
has been doing interviews in the papers.

As always Paul is a somewhat enigmatic interview subject.

Here he is in The Guardian

'I think I'm sane'

Famed for his surreal sense of humour and deadpan delivery, Paul Merton
is one of Britain's best-loved comedians. He talks to Sam Wollaston
about his distressing 'manic episode', his silent movie heroes, and why
you'll never see him smile on TV

The first person I meet on walking into the central London building
where Paul Merton's management company is based is Paul Merton. This is
not entirely a coincidence - I have, after all, come here to interview
him. But I wasn't expecting to arrive at exactly the same time and see
him here, downstairs in the lobby. "Hello," he says.

I haven't really prepared any lobby questions, and mumble something
about the building. It was the old Holborn town hall, he says as we
wait, a bit awkwardly, for the lift. It's one of those ancient lifts
that goes up the centre of the stairwell, we're the only two people in
it, and we follow normal British lift etiquette as it squeaks slowly up
towards the third floor: we stare silently at our feet (his are
surprisingly far from his head). But upstairs, installed in a comfy
office, it becomes easier.

I'm not sure that in an hour I really get to know Paul Merton at all. I
suspect that people who have known him for years sometimes wonder if
they know him at all. But he's very good company. On Have I Got News for
You, now in its 18th year, Merton's job is to counterbalance Ian
Hislop's smarty-pants wittiness with surreal rants. He takes a subject
in his teeth, shakes it viciously from side to side like a mad dog, then
runs with it to the furthest reaches of credulity. His job is also to
interrupt, to put down, not to laugh - not even to smile - and to wear
unsuccessful clothing combinations. But in the flesh (which is pale
almost to the point of translucence, and plentiful, especially round the
jowls), he is charming. He fetches coffee, he's chatty, he smiles, he
even laughs - ha ha ha ha ha, like a Bren gun. At his own jokes, too.

"I am playing a part to an extent," he admits, when I ask if the deadpan
thing is an act. But he says he didn't, as I suggest, get it from Buster
Keaton, one of his silent movie heroes about whom he has just written a
book. "It comes from one of the first things I did as a stand-up in the
early 80s. It was a thing called A Policeman on Acid, which was
basically this policeman recounting in court the time someone gave him
some acid and describing his trip. And I realised then it was much
funnier if the policeman himself didn't find anything he was saying
funny, so the deadpan approach came from there, and I suppose that kind
of set a style. I wasn't deliberately copying Keaton at that point."

The Policeman on Acid sketch was a catalyst for Merton's career; it
always got a laugh even when other material didn't, and convinced him he
had done the right thing in leaving his job at the Tooting employment
office to be a comedian. Yes, Merton has taken acid himself, once ("it
was very amusing, I have to say"), yes, he can still remember the sketch
pretty much word for word, and yes, he will give me a private
performance. "Wednesday 14th October last, approximately 10.43 hay em,
while pat-rolling along Streatham High Road, I observed a motor
ve-hehicle ..."

It's still very funny, from the exaggerated police-speak and
pronunciation, to when he describes - deadpan of course - the LSD taking
effect: "I encountered Constable Parish, who approached me disguised as
a fortnight's holiday in Benidorm ..."

Merton's book is a forensic study of all the greats of silent cinema -
Buster Keaton, Harold Lloyd, early Laurel and Hardy, and of course
Charlie Chaplin, for whom he has a special affection. It's not just that
they both have sad faces and working-class south London backgrounds;
it's the work of Chaplin, who kept raising the bar to new levels, that
Merton really admires. He can speak at length with great authority and
even greater enthusiasm about all of them - the enduring magic of
Chaplin, how Keaton running is one of cinema's great joys, about how
Oliver Hardy gives Stan Laurel a context in which to shine, or about the
almost unbearable climax Lloyd builds up to in Safety Last, dangling off
the bending hands of a clock, hundreds of feet above the cars below.

Would Merton have liked to have been around then? "Hollywood in the 20s?
Oh yes. Just as a gag writer would be fantastic. Can it be arranged?"

What about being in the films? "Not being able to talk would be a
problem." True, Merton without words would be pretty pointless, though
on HIGNFY he does sometimes do a puzzled look or an exaggerated
double-take to get a laugh.

I wonder if he is genuinely interested in current affairs, and in
politics, when the show's not on. "I don't watch Newsnight," he says.
"I've never been disappointed by politicians. I've never invested that
much in them in the first place."

What does he vote? "I've never really said."

Why not say now? "OK, I can't conceive of a situation or a set of
circumstances that would lead me to vote Conservative."

Meaning he votes Labour? "Erm, yes ... I don't always vote in general
elections, but I think I've always voted Labour. The Tory stuff doesn't
do it for me, ha ha ha."

He tells me about bumping into Boris Johnson at Lord's and being amazed
that Boris asked him for advice on his mayoral campaign. "It was nice of
him to ask, but I'm not really a political animal."

Would Boris be a good mayor of London? "No," he says without thinking.
"Well, just the other day he said he'd had his bike stolen several
times. I mean, if he can't look after his bike, how's he going to look
after London?"

A couple of days after our interview, on the first of the new series of
Have I Got News For You, Merton does the same joke about Boris and the
bicycle. Hey, if a policeman on LSD can work over and over again, why
not Boris on a bike? Those surreal rants, for which he is now famous,
may not be as spontaneous as they seem.

Merton's rise hasn't all been plain sailing. Just as his television
career was taking off, largely thanks to a Metropolitan police officer's
inadvertent experiments with hallucinogens, he had what he describes as
a "manic episode", and ended up going into the Maudsley hospital (he
wasn't sectioned, he's keen to point out - he checked himself in).

He was having paranoid delusions, convinced he was being followed by
Freemasons. It was, he says, nothing to do with depression, but a
combination of exhaustion and anti-malaria drugs he was taking. "It
wasn't about depression, it was about excitement. I couldn't stop having
ideas. I'd go into a pub and say: 'It would be so much better if the bar
was over there and you made the entrance there.' And they'd look at each
other and say: 'Who's this bloke who's telling us how to design a pub?'
It was just pouring out of me."

Merton had group therapy, along with a man who thought he was Jesus and
a woman who agreed ("So he's already got one disciple, he's doing all
right"). He also went to see a therapist privately, who said he had been
running on pure adrenalin, was heading for a breakdown, and put him on
Largactyl. He would have liked to have got a certificate or badge on
leaving hospital saying he was legally sane. Is he? Sane? "Yeah, I think
so. Well, sanity, I suppose, is getting people to see the world your
way."

More recently, Merton's life fell apart again. In 2003 his second wife,
Sarah Parkinson, who he had been with since his first marriage to
Caroline Quentin ended, died of cancer. She had elected to treat it with
holistic remedies instead of having chemotherapy, and was 41 when she
died. They had spoken of wanting to have children together.

Comedy worked as therapy in some ways. "Yes, I went down, after Sarah
died, to the Comedy Store - not to work, but just to be among people I
knew. And there's 300 people laughing in a room, there's a real positive
upside to it. And you're only aware of one thing at one time; if you're
laughing about something, that's the only thing that's in your entire
universe. So it's an escape, and a relief. I'm not saying laugh and the
tears go away, but if you're minded to find funniness in situations, it
does help."

Is he happy now? "Yeah. I mean, doing this book is a major thing cos
I've handwritten it. I was happier hand-writing. It's about 100,000
words. The surreal nature of the book trade is that back in February I
went to Bruges to this booksellers' convention ..." Suddenly, we're not
talking about happiness at all, but about book publishing. Merton does
that a lot, just meanders off somewhere. I don't know if he knows he's
doing it, or if he's doing it to avoid subjects he doesn't want to talk
about. And I don't know if he's happy, or even if he knows if he's happy
or not.

Content is probably a better word. I ask him what gets him going. His
work, he says. "But I'm also excited about not working - genuinely. When
I wake up on a Monday morning and I realise I don't have to go and work
at the civil service, I really think I've won".

Here he is in The Telegraph

Paul Merton: Silence is golden

He counts Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton as his idols and doesn't do
Hello! The TV star talks to Elizabeth Grice about his unconventional
career

How we love the sad clown. We easily buy into the idea that, deep down,
the people who make us laugh are tormented souls; private lives a mess,
self-belief shaky as a blancmange.

So when a comedian has his moment of being tossed about on the cruel sea
of life, we hunker down to watch the fulfilment of a cherished
stereotype – not without sympathy, but knowingly, as if this was bound
to happen.

Paul Merton has a story to illustrate this point. He once grew a beard
so he could get about without being recognised as the straight-faced,
laser-wit of Have I Got News For You.

It was about the time the show's presenter, Angus Deayton, had to leave
because of a sex and cocaine scandal.

Merton didn't want to be drawn into the ruckus but his camouflage was
more impressive than he realised: "a trampy figure" got on the bus next
to him at London Bridge and offered him a swig from his can of lager.

Merton and his wife, Sarah Parkinson, who was with him, laughed about it
for ages. But when the story surfaced in a newspaper after Sarah's death
from cancer in 2003, it was used to demonstrate how, sunk in grief, he
had supposedly let himself go to such an extent that he was
indistinguishable from a wino.

"It's like catnip to some people," he says. "The idea that a comedian
should also be the person with tears in his eyes, heartbroken, but still
making people laugh. Most comics aren't manic depressives or sad people.
You can't draw the conclusion that because you make people laugh you are
battling inner sadness."

He wonders why people were surprised that he could perform his usual
verbal cartwheels in a new series of Have I Got News For You three weeks
after Sarah's death.

Or that he was down at London's Comedy Store the next Sunday, in a room
with 300 people, all laughing.

"You can only concentrate on one thing at a time. If you're laughing
about something, there is nothing else that exists for you at that
moment.

"So that is a great way to deal with this stuff – not to laugh about it,
or at it, but as a distraction that takes you somewhere else. It is
therapeutic."

In conversation, Merton is thoughtful, warm, enthusiastic – and not
trying to be remotely funny. His shirt is subdued, unlike any of the
execrable numbers he wears on television, and his fine-rimmed specs,
floppy hair and sun-starved complexion give him the look of a mature
student who has spent too long in the library.

In a way, this is exactly what he is. Merton has just finished a
passionately comprehensive book about his comic heroes of the silent
screen – Buster Keaton, Charlie Chaplin, Laurel and Hardy and Harold
Lloyd. Anyone who saw his Silent Clowns television series last year or
one of his nationwide tours will have realised he is a man in the grip
of a grand obsession, a potential comedy anorak if he didn't have the
day jobs.

Once he gets going on what makes a great visual gag, or how Harold Lloyd
stood stock still, framed by a window as a house front came crashing
down on him, he is mesmerising – just as well because it's very
difficult to stop him.

Merton was gripped by visual comedy from the age of five when he saw the
clowns at Bertram Mills' Circus and realised grown-ups could be silly.
"Colourful clothes, big boots, buckets of whitewash, exploding cars,
vats of sausages... I was filled with glee at adults making fools of
themselves, not being in control."

A shy boy at school, he discovered he could make kids in the dinner
queue laugh by doing impressions of the teachers. "I loved the whole
power of making somebody laugh. When I was eight, I knew every single
joke from the Beano and the Dandy. Then in my teens, I started to be
able to ad lib with people, to be funny spontaneously, which is more or
less what I do in my professional career."

Young Merton (or Paul Martin, as he was called then) started collecting
old black-and-white silent comedies in Super 8 home-movie format,
projecting them onto a sheet on his bedroom wall, analysing every scene.
It wasn't a hobby he advertised among his friends.

At 13 he saw Buster Keaton's The General at the Academy Cinema in Oxford
Street and came out on a "cushion of joy". "It was immortality," he
says. "I was a teenager watching a film made 50 years ago and the jokes
were still working. I was entranced. I wanted to make something, be
something, do something that would survive 50 years.

"Now, with the proliferation of comedy and the proliferation of
television, you just become a tiny speck in it all. The one thing that
might survive is the book because, in 50 years' time, people will still
know about Chaplin and Keaton. I suppose I've hitched my wagon to their
immortality."

There was no family history of performing. His father was a Tube driver
and his mother a nurse. They lived in a council flat in Parsons Green.

Anxious to postpone the moment when he might discover his talent didn't
match his ambition, Merton became a civil servant in the Tooting
employment office and wrote scripts in his spare time.

In 1980, he left to see whether he could hack it in comedy. They gave
him three boxes of Conqueror watermarked writing paper as a leaving
present and he kept it for nine years – until he was commissioned to
write his own Channel 4 television series.

At the Comedy Store in April 1982, he received a standing ovation as a
policeman reporting an incident while under the influence of an
hallucinogenic drug; a much-loved routine that established his deadpan
style – and buoyed him through the bad gigs that inevitably followed. He
walked from Soho to his Streatham bedsit in a daze.

Merton wasn't going to be the firework that fizzles away in the mud, so
he honed his craft slowly and carefully on the comedy circuit for five
years without an agent.

The day after his show at the Edinburgh Festival received rave reviews
in 1987, he broke his leg playing football, developed a pulmonary
embolism and caught hepatitis A. It was touch and go. While
recuperating, he decided to try to break into television. He wrote
scripts for Julian Clary and appeared on Whose Line is it Anyway?

The happy delirium of being commissioned to write his own show for
Channel 4, coupled with a course of anti-malaria tablets, sent him
slightly manic.

"I couldn't stop having ideas," he recalls. "I couldn't stop talking. I
was behaving manically anyway and the pills made it worse. I imagined a
conversation about Freemasons that never happened."

In his six weeks at the Maudsley psychiatric hospital – plastic cutlery,
cardboard plates – he felt uncomfortable in group therapy sessions
because his anguish didn't quite measure up to the wrist-slashings and
Messianic delusions of others. "I wasn't going to get much sympathy for
the fact that Channel 4 had postponed my television series."

He is open about his stay there because he feels mental health issues
are not properly understood. "There is a sense of shame about being
mentally ill and that can affect your recovery."

Since then, Merton has been through the emotional wringer but avoided
being confessional about it."I have never done the Hello! thing,
discussing my private life as part of my career. It's no about seeing
myself as a celebrity, really, or being comfortable with red carpet
moments."

His first marriage, to the actress Caroline Quentin, ended after six
years. His second wife, Sarah, died of breast cancer at the age of 41.
They had been hoping for a baby. After surgery, she rejected
chemotherapy and he supported her through every step of her alternative
programme.

"Rather than raging against fate," she wrote, "we have decided to view
what is happening to us as part of a spiritual journey." She also paid
tribute to Merton's strength. "He was still recording Room 101 when I
was in hospital, but he came to see me twice a day. To have to be
spontaneously funny when your wife is being operated on for cancer must
be a nightmare."

Her death became news. "The curious thing about being a famous person
who has had a terrible thing happen," he says, "is that people know
about it. They are sympathetic. If I had been working in the Civil
Service, I don't know if I would have been able to cope as well."

Paul Merton on television is lardy-faced, lugubrious, quick-witted, a
man who can strike sparks from damp wood. But in real life, there is
none of that assumed sullenness or killer repartee. He seems to be a
happy man, doing what he always wanted to do. Nine times nominated for a
Bafta award, he finally won one in 2003. He still performs on stage at
the Comedy Store every week "to keep match fit" and takes nothing for
granted.

"When I wake up on a Monday morning and I'm not working in the Civil
Service, it immediately gets the week off to a good start," he says. "It
is a wonderful thing, making people laugh. When people recognise me,
there is a smile on their face. Being known for being funny is just
about the best thing to be known for."

This is a review of the book in The Times

Silent Comedy by Paul Merton
Laurel and Hardy
Reviewed by James Christopher

I had no idea that my favourite comedian suffered delusions of academic
grandeur. I know that Paul Merton is a genius. He can twitter for
England on Just a Minute, and is a principled bruiser on Have I Got News
For You. But his obsession with silent black-and-white comedy is a total
surprise.

I was flabbergasted to learn that this verbal wizard had assembled a
whole series (albeit for BBC Four, a station thjat many of us have yet
to discover) on Silent Clowns. And I am stunned by Silent Comedy, the
book that his series inspired.

It's not a great piece of literature, and I'm no big fan of this early
genre. But the personal touches impress, and the multi-coloured pages
are cheeky. Merton slips two-page features about seminal films or
forgotten stars into almost every chapter. I would like to add that he
wears his research lightly, but that would be a bare-faced lie.

He has spent his life in awe of Hollywood's two-tone pioneers, and
loudly champions them. The greatest hits of Buster Keaton, Charlie
Chaplin, Harold Lloyd, Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy are laid out in
exacting detail. Merton rarely has a bad word to say about any of them.
Their pay cheques are scrutinised, their silly wounds and guilty
indiscretions carefully logged. Their best gags and films are
spreadeagled on the page. But he has an aversion to skewering his heroes
in public, even when warranted. Merton will never be Kenneth Anger, and
Silent Comedy is no Hollywood Babylon.

His obsession with the era began at the circus. The giddy spectacle of
adult clowns behaving badly cast a profound spell on Merton. The silent
movies that he could see as a child – in the cinema or on television –
excited him beyond words. In a sense his book is about how he grew up.
It is also a map of the evolution of film in the age before sound.

Merton never really says why he is so enamoured of Chaplin, Buster et
al, but he leaps to their defence before the reader has time even to
wave a ponderous glove. We must never get caught in “the tiresomely
idiot debate on Keaton versus Chaplin”; we must laud them for “the great
works of art” that each apparently inspired in the other.

But if these blockbusting, super-famous clowns were such great friends,
why did they never work together? The invariably awful women that they
married might confess if Merton allowed them half a sentence. He
doesn't. He has a breathtaking grasp of the male Hollywood ego, but a
shrivelling lack of interest in their unhappy wives.

The book bobs between Merton's huge bank of extraordinary biographical
details, and prosaic lists of what Charlie/Buster/Harold did next. Jokes
explained are jokes ruined, and Merton's tedious descriptions of almost
every gag hatched between 1899 and 1936 could fray the patience of a
saint. But his inside tracks on such classics as The Tramp, The
Goldrush, Steamboat Bill Junior and Modern Times are deep and serious
pleasures.

The great surprise is how close these rivals were in age and ambition.
All share the same starting line, and all have a Dickensian backstory.
Chaplin was 5 when he was tossed on stage because his music hall mother
couldn't finish a song. She never performed again. Lloyd — best
remembered for hanging off the face of a clock — managed to blow off
half of his hand in one stunt and was lucky to keep his face. Keaton
came within seconds of drowning in Our Hospitality, and broke his neck
in Sherlock Junior.

Merton protests that he has no favourites, but Chaplin gets the most
attention. There's a palpable sense that this melancholic clown is the
trailblazer. He was the first to make huge amounts of money from
two-reel shorts. He was the first to make a full-length comic feature
(The Tramp, 1915). By 1916 he was one of the most famous actors on the
planet, and wise enough to take control of his own productions. His
rivals marvelled at his extravagant retakes, and the time and money he
spent on throwaway gags. The British actor was a fierce perfectionist. A
lens scratch that ruined the negative of The Circus in 1928 cost him a
fortune when he viewed the rushes and decided to reshoot the entire film.

Chaplin's down-and-out pathos touched the hearts of millions. Merton's
prose turns into puddles when he describes scenes from The Kid, A Dog's
Life, and City Lights. But he is almost prudishly circumspect about
Chaplin's personal disasters and controversial marriages to two
teenagers.

Silent Comedy is a terrific history of props and pratfalls. It sings
when Merton gives up being descriptive and puts himself on the page. His
own experiences of performing, notably at the Comedy Store in front of
boozy crowds on Saturday nights, ring horribly true.

But this book is not a confession. It's surprisingly serious. The wealth
of posters, graphics, and original pictures do not disguise the lofty
research. Merton is unfortunately prone to those fact-crunching longeurs
that can spoil the best film histories. That said, I'm a better person
for having read this. The heroes, victims, and survivors earn their
tears. I wish I could say the same of today's.

 
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Topic: Re: The divine Mister M

Message 2 / 5
camc_84Oct 31, 2007
 

 
Thank you for that, will have to look out for it.

On the back of the series and book, he's doing a UK tour aswell. So
if anyone's interested look on the Comedy Store Players website

www.comedystoreplayers.com

There's a link on the left with full details.


--- In just-a-minute@..., Dean Bedford <dbedford@...>
wrote:

>
> Paul Merton has just released a book about Silent Comedy and as a

result

> has been doing interviews in the papers.
>
> As always Paul is a somewhat enigmatic interview subject.
>
> Here he is in The Guardian
>
> 'I think I'm sane'
>
> Famed for his surreal sense of humour and deadpan delivery, Paul

Merton

> is one of Britain's best-loved comedians. He talks to Sam Wollaston
> about his distressing 'manic episode', his silent movie heroes, and

why

> you'll never see him smile on TV
>
> The first person I meet on walking into the central London building
> where Paul Merton's management company is based is Paul Merton.

This is

> not entirely a coincidence - I have, after all, come here to

interview

> him. But I wasn't expecting to arrive at exactly the same time and

see

> him here, downstairs in the lobby. "Hello," he says.
>
> I haven't really prepared any lobby questions, and mumble something
> about the building. It was the old Holborn town hall, he says as we
> wait, a bit awkwardly, for the lift. It's one of those ancient

lifts

> that goes up the centre of the stairwell, we're the only two people

in

> it, and we follow normal British lift etiquette as it squeaks

slowly up

> towards the third floor: we stare silently at our feet (his are
> surprisingly far from his head). But upstairs, installed in a comfy
> office, it becomes easier.
>
> I'm not sure that in an hour I really get to know Paul Merton at

all. I

> suspect that people who have known him for years sometimes wonder

if

> they know him at all. But he's very good company. On Have I Got

News for

> You, now in its 18th year, Merton's job is to counterbalance Ian
> Hislop's smarty-pants wittiness with surreal rants. He takes a

subject

> in his teeth, shakes it viciously from side to side like a mad dog,

then

> runs with it to the furthest reaches of credulity. His job is also

to

> interrupt, to put down, not to laugh - not even to smile - and to

wear

> unsuccessful clothing combinations. But in the flesh (which is pale
> almost to the point of translucence, and plentiful, especially

round the

> jowls), he is charming. He fetches coffee, he's chatty, he smiles,

he

> even laughs - ha ha ha ha ha, like a Bren gun. At his own jokes,

too.

>
> "I am playing a part to an extent," he admits, when I ask if the

deadpan

> thing is an act. But he says he didn't, as I suggest, get it from

Buster

> Keaton, one of his silent movie heroes about whom he has just

written a

> book. "It comes from one of the first things I did as a stand-up in

the

> early 80s. It was a thing called A Policeman on Acid, which was
> basically this policeman recounting in court the time someone gave

him

> some acid and describing his trip. And I realised then it was much
> funnier if the policeman himself didn't find anything he was saying
> funny, so the deadpan approach came from there, and I suppose that

kind

> of set a style. I wasn't deliberately copying Keaton at that point."
>
> The Policeman on Acid sketch was a catalyst for Merton's career; it
> always got a laugh even when other material didn't, and convinced

him he

> had done the right thing in leaving his job at the Tooting

employment

> office to be a comedian. Yes, Merton has taken acid himself, once

("it

> was very amusing, I have to say"), yes, he can still remember the

sketch

> pretty much word for word, and yes, he will give me a private
> performance. "Wednesday 14th October last, approximately 10.43 hay

em,

> while pat-rolling along Streatham High Road, I observed a motor
> ve-hehicle ..."
>
> It's still very funny, from the exaggerated police-speak and
> pronunciation, to when he describes - deadpan of course - the LSD

taking

> effect: "I encountered Constable Parish, who approached me

disguised as

> a fortnight's holiday in Benidorm ..."
>
> Merton's book is a forensic study of all the greats of silent

cinema -

> Buster Keaton, Harold Lloyd, early Laurel and Hardy, and of course
> Charlie Chaplin, for whom he has a special affection. It's not just

that

> they both have sad faces and working-class south London

backgrounds;

> it's the work of Chaplin, who kept raising the bar to new levels,

that

> Merton really admires. He can speak at length with great authority

and

> even greater enthusiasm about all of them - the enduring magic of
> Chaplin, how Keaton running is one of cinema's great joys, about

how

> Oliver Hardy gives Stan Laurel a context in which to shine, or

about the

> almost unbearable climax Lloyd builds up to in Safety Last,

dangling off

> the bending hands of a clock, hundreds of feet above the cars below.
>
> Would Merton have liked to have been around then? "Hollywood in the

20s?

> Oh yes. Just as a gag writer would be fantastic. Can it be

arranged?"

>
> What about being in the films? "Not being able to talk would be a
> problem." True, Merton without words would be pretty pointless,

though

> on HIGNFY he does sometimes do a puzzled look or an exaggerated
> double-take to get a laugh.
>
> I wonder if he is genuinely interested in current affairs, and in
> politics, when the show's not on. "I don't watch Newsnight," he

says.

> "I've never been disappointed by politicians. I've never invested

that

> much in them in the first place."
>
> What does he vote? "I've never really said."
>
> Why not say now? "OK, I can't conceive of a situation or a set of
> circumstances that would lead me to vote Conservative."
>
> Meaning he votes Labour? "Erm, yes ... I don't always vote in

general

> elections, but I think I've always voted Labour. The Tory stuff

doesn't

> do it for me, ha ha ha."
>
> He tells me about bumping into Boris Johnson at Lord's and being

amazed

> that Boris asked him for advice on his mayoral campaign. "It was

nice of

> him to ask, but I'm not really a political animal."
>
> Would Boris be a good mayor of London? "No," he says without

thinking.

> "Well, just the other day he said he'd had his bike stolen several
> times. I mean, if he can't look after his bike, how's he going to

look

> after London?"
>
> A couple of days after our interview, on the first of the new

series of

> Have I Got News For You, Merton does the same joke about Boris and

the

> bicycle. Hey, if a policeman on LSD can work over and over again,

why

> not Boris on a bike? Those surreal rants, for which he is now

famous,

> may not be as spontaneous as they seem.
>
> Merton's rise hasn't all been plain sailing. Just as his television
> career was taking off, largely thanks to a Metropolitan police

officer's

> inadvertent experiments with hallucinogens, he had what he

describes as

> a "manic episode", and ended up going into the Maudsley hospital

(he

> wasn't sectioned, he's keen to point out - he checked himself in).
>
> He was having paranoid delusions, convinced he was being followed

by

> Freemasons. It was, he says, nothing to do with depression, but a
> combination of exhaustion and anti-malaria drugs he was taking. "It
> wasn't about depression, it was about excitement. I couldn't stop

having

> ideas. I'd go into a pub and say: 'It would be so much better if

the bar

> was over there and you made the entrance there.' And they'd look at

each

> other and say: 'Who's this bloke who's telling us how to design a

pub?'

> It was just pouring out of me."
>
> Merton had group therapy, along with a man who thought he was Jesus

and

> a woman who agreed ("So he's already got one disciple, he's doing

all

> right"). He also went to see a therapist privately, who said he had

been

> running on pure adrenalin, was heading for a breakdown, and put him

on

> Largactyl. He would have liked to have got a certificate or badge

on

> leaving hospital saying he was legally sane. Is he? Sane? "Yeah, I

think

> so. Well, sanity, I suppose, is getting people to see the world

your

> way."
>
> More recently, Merton's life fell apart again. In 2003 his second

wife,

> Sarah Parkinson, who he had been with since his first marriage to
> Caroline Quentin ended, died of cancer. She had elected to treat it

with

> holistic remedies instead of having chemotherapy, and was 41 when

she

> died. They had spoken of wanting to have children together.
>
> Comedy worked as therapy in some ways. "Yes, I went down, after

Sarah

> died, to the Comedy Store - not to work, but just to be among

people I

> knew. And there's 300 people laughing in a room, there's a real

positive

> upside to it. And you're only aware of one thing at one time; if

you're

> laughing about something, that's the only thing that's in your

entire

> universe. So it's an escape, and a relief. I'm not saying laugh and

the

> tears go away, but if you're minded to find funniness in

situations, it

> does help."
>
> Is he happy now? "Yeah. I mean, doing this book is a major thing

cos

> I've handwritten it. I was happier hand-writing. It's about 100,000
> words. The surreal nature of the book trade is that back in

February I

> went to Bruges to this booksellers' convention ..." Suddenly, we're

not

> talking about happiness at all, but about book publishing. Merton

does

> that a lot, just meanders off somewhere. I don't know if he knows

he's

> doing it, or if he's doing it to avoid subjects he doesn't want to

talk

> about. And I don't know if he's happy, or even if he knows if he's

happy

> or not.
>
> Content is probably a better word. I ask him what gets him going.

His

> work, he says. "But I'm also excited about not working - genuinely.

When

> I wake up on a Monday morning and I realise I don't have to go and

work

> at the civil service, I really think I've won".
>
> Here he is in The Telegraph
>
> Paul Merton: Silence is golden
>
> He counts Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton as his idols and

doesn't do

> Hello! The TV star talks to Elizabeth Grice about his

unconventional

> career
>
> How we love the sad clown. We easily buy into the idea that, deep

down,

> the people who make us laugh are tormented souls; private lives a

mess,

> self-belief shaky as a blancmange.
>
> So when a comedian has his moment of being tossed about on the

cruel sea

> of life, we hunker down to watch the fulfilment of a cherished
> stereotype – not without sympathy, but knowingly, as if this was

bound

> to happen.
>
> Paul Merton has a story to illustrate this point. He once grew a

beard

> so he could get about without being recognised as the straight-

faced,

> laser-wit of Have I Got News For You.
>
> It was about the time the show's presenter, Angus Deayton, had to

leave

> because of a sex and cocaine scandal.
>
> Merton didn't want to be drawn into the ruckus but his camouflage

was

> more impressive than he realised: "a trampy figure" got on the bus

next

> to him at London Bridge and offered him a swig from his can of

lager.

>
> Merton and his wife, Sarah Parkinson, who was with him, laughed

about it

> for ages. But when the story surfaced in a newspaper after Sarah's

death

> from cancer in 2003, it was used to demonstrate how, sunk in grief,

he

> had supposedly let himself go to such an extent that he was
> indistinguishable from a wino.
>
> "It's like catnip to some people," he says. "The idea that a

comedian

> should also be the person with tears in his eyes, heartbroken, but

still

> making people laugh. Most comics aren't manic depressives or sad

people.

> You can't draw the conclusion that because you make people laugh

you are

> battling inner sadness."
>
> He wonders why people were surprised that he could perform his

usual

> verbal cartwheels in a new series of Have I Got News For You three

weeks

> after Sarah's death.
>
> Or that he was down at London's Comedy Store the next Sunday, in a

room

> with 300 people, all laughing.
>
> "You can only concentrate on one thing at a time. If you're

laughing

> about something, there is nothing else that exists for you at that
> moment.
>
> "So that is a great way to deal with this stuff – not to laugh

about it,

> or at it, but as a distraction that takes you somewhere else. It is
> therapeutic."
>
> In conversation, Merton is thoughtful, warm, enthusiastic – and not
> trying to be remotely funny. His shirt is subdued, unlike any of

the

> execrable numbers he wears on television, and his fine-rimmed

specs,

> floppy hair and sun-starved complexion give him the look of a

mature

> student who has spent too long in the library.
>
> In a way, this is exactly what he is. Merton has just finished a
> passionately comprehensive book about his comic heroes of the

silent

> screen – Buster Keaton, Charlie Chaplin, Laurel and Hardy and

Harold

> Lloyd. Anyone who saw his Silent Clowns television series last year

or

> one of his nationwide tours will have realised he is a man in the

grip

> of a grand obsession, a potential comedy anorak if he didn't have

the

> day jobs.
>
> Once he gets going on what makes a great visual gag, or how Harold

Lloyd

> stood stock still, framed by a window as a house front came

crashing

> down on him, he is mesmerising – just as well because it's very
> difficult to stop him.
>
> Merton was gripped by visual comedy from the age of five when he

saw the

> clowns at Bertram Mills' Circus and realised grown-ups could be

silly.

> "Colourful clothes, big boots, buckets of whitewash, exploding

cars,

> vats of sausages... I was filled with glee at adults making fools

of

> themselves, not being in control."
>
> A shy boy at school, he discovered he could make kids in the dinner
> queue laugh by doing impressions of the teachers. "I loved the

whole

> power of making somebody laugh. When I was eight, I knew every

single

> joke from the Beano and the Dandy. Then in my teens, I started to

be

> able to ad lib with people, to be funny spontaneously, which is

more or

> less what I do in my professional career."
>
> Young Merton (or Paul Martin, as he was called then) started

collecting

> old black-and-white silent comedies in Super 8 home-movie format,
> projecting them onto a sheet on his bedroom wall, analysing every

scene.

> It wasn't a hobby he advertised among his friends.
>
> At 13 he saw Buster Keaton's The General at the Academy Cinema in

Oxford

> Street and came out on a "cushion of joy". "It was immortality," he
> says. "I was a teenager watching a film made 50 years ago and the

jokes

> were still working. I was entranced. I wanted to make something, be
> something, do something that would survive 50 years.
>
> "Now, with the proliferation of comedy and the proliferation of
> television, you just become a tiny speck in it all. The one thing

that

> might survive is the book because, in 50 years' time, people will

still

> know about Chaplin and Keaton. I suppose I've hitched my wagon to

their

> immortality."
>
> There was no family history of performing. His father was a Tube

driver

> and his mother a nurse. They lived in a council flat in Parsons

Green.

>
> Anxious to postpone the moment when he might discover his talent

didn't

> match his ambition, Merton became a civil servant in the Tooting
> employment office and wrote scripts in his spare time.
>
> In 1980, he left to see whether he could hack it in comedy. They

gave

> him three boxes of Conqueror watermarked writing paper as a leaving
> present and he kept it for nine years – until he was commissioned

to

> write his own Channel 4 television series.
>
> At the Comedy Store in April 1982, he received a standing ovation

as a

> policeman reporting an incident while under the influence of an
> hallucinogenic drug; a much-loved routine that established his

deadpan

> style – and buoyed him through the bad gigs that inevitably

followed. He

> walked from Soho to his Streatham bedsit in a daze.
>
> Merton wasn't going to be the firework that fizzles away in the

mud, so

> he honed his craft slowly and carefully on the comedy circuit for

five

> years without an agent.
>
> The day after his show at the Edinburgh Festival received rave

reviews

> in 1987, he broke his leg playing football, developed a pulmonary
> embolism and caught hepatitis A. It was touch and go. While
> recuperating, he decided to try to break into television. He wrote
> scripts for Julian Clary and appeared on Whose Line is it Anyway?
>
> The happy delirium of being commissioned to write his own show for
> Channel 4, coupled with a course of anti-malaria tablets, sent him
> slightly manic.
>
> "I couldn't stop having ideas," he recalls. "I couldn't stop

talking. I

> was behaving manically anyway and the pills made it worse. I

imagined a

> conversation about Freemasons that never happened."
>
> In his six weeks at the Maudsley psychiatric hospital – plastic

cutlery,

> cardboard plates – he felt uncomfortable in group therapy sessions
> because his anguish didn't quite measure up to the wrist-slashings

and

> Messianic delusions of others. "I wasn't going to get much sympathy

for

> the fact that Channel 4 had postponed my television series."
>
> He is open about his stay there because he feels mental health

issues

> are not properly understood. "There is a sense of shame about being
> mentally ill and that can affect your recovery."
>
> Since then, Merton has been through the emotional wringer but

avoided

> being confessional about it."I have never done the Hello! thing,
> discussing my private life as part of my career. It's no about

seeing

> myself as a celebrity, really, or being comfortable with red carpet
> moments."
>
> His first marriage, to the actress Caroline Quentin, ended after

six

> years. His second wife, Sarah, died of breast cancer at the age of

41.

> They had been hoping for a baby. After surgery, she rejected
> chemotherapy and he supported her through every step of her

alternative

> programme.
>
> "Rather than raging against fate," she wrote, "we have decided to

view

> what is happening to us as part of a spiritual journey." She also

paid

> tribute to Merton's strength. "He was still recording Room 101 when

I

> was in hospital, but he came to see me twice a day. To have to be
> spontaneously funny when your wife is being operated on for cancer

must

> be a nightmare."
>
> Her death became news. "The curious thing about being a famous

person

> who has had a terrible thing happen," he says, "is that people know
> about it. They are sympathetic. If I had been working in the Civil
> Service, I don't know if I would have been able to cope as well."
>
> Paul Merton on television is lardy-faced, lugubrious, quick-witted,

a

> man who can strike sparks from damp wood. But in real life, there

is

> none of that assumed sullenness or killer repartee. He seems to be

a

> happy man, doing what he always wanted to do. Nine times nominated

for a

> Bafta award, he finally won one in 2003. He still performs on stage

at

> the Comedy Store every week "to keep match fit" and takes nothing

for

> granted.
>
> "When I wake up on a Monday morning and I'm not working in the

Civil

> Service, it immediately gets the week off to a good start," he

says. "It

> is a wonderful thing, making people laugh. When people recognise

me,

> there is a smile on their face. Being known for being funny is just
> about the best thing to be known for."
>
> This is a review of the book in The Times
>
> Silent Comedy by Paul Merton
> Laurel and Hardy
> Reviewed by James Christopher
>
> I had no idea that my favourite comedian suffered delusions of

academic

> grandeur. I know that Paul Merton is a genius. He can twitter for
> England on Just a Minute, and is a principled bruiser on Have I Got

News

> For You. But his obsession with silent black-and-white comedy is a

total

> surprise.
>
> I was flabbergasted to learn that this verbal wizard had assembled

a

> whole series (albeit for BBC Four, a station thjat many of us have

yet

> to discover) on Silent Clowns. And I am stunned by Silent Comedy,

the

> book that his series inspired.
>
> It's not a great piece of literature, and I'm no big fan of this

early

> genre. But the personal touches impress, and the multi-coloured

pages

> are cheeky. Merton slips two-page features about seminal films or
> forgotten stars into almost every chapter. I would like to add that

he

> wears his research lightly, but that would be a bare-faced lie.
>
> He has spent his life in awe of Hollywood's two-tone pioneers, and
> loudly champions them. The greatest hits of Buster Keaton, Charlie
> Chaplin, Harold Lloyd, Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy are laid out in
> exacting detail. Merton rarely has a bad word to say about any of

them.

> Their pay cheques are scrutinised, their silly wounds and guilty
> indiscretions carefully logged. Their best gags and films are
> spreadeagled on the page. But he has an aversion to skewering his

heroes

> in public, even when warranted. Merton will never be Kenneth Anger,

and

> Silent Comedy is no Hollywood Babylon.
>
> His obsession with the era began at the circus. The giddy spectacle

of

> adult clowns behaving badly cast a profound spell on Merton. The

silent

> movies that he could see as a child – in the cinema or on

television –

> excited him beyond words. In a sense his book is about how he grew

up.

> It is also a map of the evolution of film in the age before sound.
>
> Merton never really says why he is so enamoured of Chaplin, Buster

et

> al, but he leaps to their defence before the reader has time even

to

> wave a ponderous glove. We must never get caught in "the tiresomely
> idiot debate on Keaton versus Chaplin"; we must laud them for "the

great

> works of art" that each apparently inspired in the other.
>
> But if these blockbusting, super-famous clowns were such great

friends,

> why did they never work together? The invariably awful women that

they

> married might confess if Merton allowed them half a sentence. He
> doesn't. He has a breathtaking grasp of the male Hollywood ego, but

a

> shrivelling lack of interest in their unhappy wives.
>
> The book bobs between Merton's huge bank of extraordinary

biographical

> details, and prosaic lists of what Charlie/Buster/Harold did next.

Jokes

> explained are jokes ruined, and Merton's tedious descriptions of

almost

> every gag hatched between 1899 and 1936 could fray the patience of

a

> saint. But his inside tracks on such classics as The Tramp, The
> Goldrush, Steamboat Bill Junior and Modern Times are deep and

serious

> pleasures.
>
> The great surprise is how close these rivals were in age and

ambition.

> All share the same starting line, and all have a Dickensian

backstory.

> Chaplin was 5 when he was tossed on stage because his music hall

mother

> couldn't finish a song. She never performed again. Lloyd — best
> remembered for hanging off the face of a clock — managed to blow

off

> half of his hand in one stunt and was lucky to keep his face.

Keaton

> came within seconds of drowning in Our Hospitality, and broke his

neck

> in Sherlock Junior.
>
> Merton protests that he has no favourites, but Chaplin gets the

most

> attention. There's a palpable sense that this melancholic clown is

the

> trailblazer. He was the first to make huge amounts of money from
> two-reel shorts. He was the first to make a full-length comic

feature

> (The Tramp, 1915). By 1916 he was one of the most famous actors on

the

> planet, and wise enough to take control of his own productions. His
> rivals marvelled at his extravagant retakes, and the time and money

he

> spent on throwaway gags. The British actor was a fierce

perfectionist. A

> lens scratch that ruined the negative of The Circus in 1928 cost

him a

> fortune when he viewed the rushes and decided to reshoot the entire

film.

>
> Chaplin's down-and-out pathos touched the hearts of millions.

Merton's

> prose turns into puddles when he describes scenes from The Kid, A

Dog's

> Life, and City Lights. But he is almost prudishly circumspect about
> Chaplin's personal disasters and controversial marriages to two
> teenagers.
>
> Silent Comedy is a terrific history of props and pratfalls. It

sings

> when Merton gives up being descriptive and puts himself on the

page. His

> own experiences of performing, notably at the Comedy Store in front

of

> boozy crowds on Saturday nights, ring horribly true.
>
> But this book is not a confession. It's surprisingly serious. The

wealth

> of posters, graphics, and original pictures do not disguise the

lofty

> research. Merton is unfortunately prone to those fact-crunching

longeurs

> that can spoil the best film histories. That said, I'm a better

person

> for having read this. The heroes, victims, and survivors earn their
> tears. I wish I could say the same of today's.
>

 
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Topic: Re: The divine Mister M

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thomaswake16Oct 31, 2007
 

 
Not sure if this was mentioned anywhere else, but Paul will
apparently be on Steve Wright's show on Radio 2 tomorrow afternoon,
and was also on Jonathan Ross last Saturday. (I assume by the nature
of this group that we all know how the Listen Again facility works.)

--- In just-a-minute@..., Dean Bedford <dbedford@...>
wrote:

>
> Paul Merton has just released a book about Silent Comedy and as a

result

> has been doing interviews in the papers.
>
> As always Paul is a somewhat enigmatic interview subject.
>
> Here he is in The Guardian
>
> 'I think I'm sane'
>
> Famed for his surreal sense of humour and deadpan delivery, Paul

Merton

> is one of Britain's best-loved comedians. He talks to Sam Wollaston
> about his distressing 'manic episode', his silent movie heroes, and

why

> you'll never see him smile on TV
>
> The first person I meet on walking into the central London building
> where Paul Merton's management company is based is Paul Merton.

This is

> not entirely a coincidence - I have, after all, come here to

interview

> him. But I wasn't expecting to arrive at exactly the same time and

see

> him here, downstairs in the lobby. "Hello," he says.
>
> I haven't really prepared any lobby questions, and mumble something
> about the building. It was the old Holborn town hall, he says as we
> wait, a bit awkwardly, for the lift. It's one of those ancient

lifts

> that goes up the centre of the stairwell, we're the only two people

in

> it, and we follow normal British lift etiquette as it squeaks

slowly up

> towards the third floor: we stare silently at our feet (his are
> surprisingly far from his head). But upstairs, installed in a comfy
> office, it becomes easier.
>
> I'm not sure that in an hour I really get to know Paul Merton at

all. I

> suspect that people who have known him for years sometimes wonder

if

> they know him at all. But he's very good company. On Have I Got

News for

> You, now in its 18th year, Merton's job is to counterbalance Ian
> Hislop's smarty-pants wittiness with surreal rants. He takes a

subject

> in his teeth, shakes it viciously from side to side like a mad dog,

then

> runs with it to the furthest reaches of credulity. His job is also

to

> interrupt, to put down, not to laugh - not even to smile - and to

wear

> unsuccessful clothing combinations. But in the flesh (which is pale
> almost to the point of translucence, and plentiful, especially

round the

> jowls), he is charming. He fetches coffee, he's chatty, he smiles,

he

> even laughs - ha ha ha ha ha, like a Bren gun. At his own jokes,

too.

>
> "I am playing a part to an extent," he admits, when I ask if the

deadpan

> thing is an act. But he says he didn't, as I suggest, get it from

Buster

> Keaton, one of his silent movie heroes about whom he has just

written a

> book. "It comes from one of the first things I did as a stand-up in

the

> early 80s. It was a thing called A Policeman on Acid, which was
> basically this policeman recounting in court the time someone gave

him

> some acid and describing his trip. And I realised then it was much
> funnier if the policeman himself didn't find anything he was saying
> funny, so the deadpan approach came from there, and I suppose that

kind

> of set a style. I wasn't deliberately copying Keaton at that point."
>
> The Policeman on Acid sketch was a catalyst for Merton's career; it
> always got a laugh even when other material didn't, and convinced

him he

> had done the right thing in leaving his job at the Tooting

employment

> office to be a comedian. Yes, Merton has taken acid himself, once

("it

> was very amusing, I have to say"), yes, he can still remember the

sketch

> pretty much word for word, and yes, he will give me a private
> performance. "Wednesday 14th October last, approximately 10.43 hay

em,

> while pat-rolling along Streatham High Road, I observed a motor
> ve-hehicle ..."
>
> It's still very funny, from the exaggerated police-speak and
> pronunciation, to when he describes - deadpan of course - the LSD

taking

> effect: "I encountered Constable Parish, who approached me

disguised as

> a fortnight's holiday in Benidorm ..."
>
> Merton's book is a forensic study of all the greats of silent

cinema -

> Buster Keaton, Harold Lloyd, early Laurel and Hardy, and of course
> Charlie Chaplin, for whom he has a special affection. It's not just

that

> they both have sad faces and working-class south London

backgrounds;

> it's the work of Chaplin, who kept raising the bar to new levels,

that

> Merton really admires. He can speak at length with great authority

and

> even greater enthusiasm about all of them - the enduring magic of
> Chaplin, how Keaton running is one of cinema's great joys, about

how

> Oliver Hardy gives Stan Laurel a context in which to shine, or

about the

> almost unbearable climax Lloyd builds up to in Safety Last,

dangling off

> the bending hands of a clock, hundreds of feet above the cars below.
>
> Would Merton have liked to have been around then? "Hollywood in the

20s?

> Oh yes. Just as a gag writer would be fantastic. Can it be

arranged?"

>
> What about being in the films? "Not being able to talk would be a
> problem." True, Merton without words would be pretty pointless,

though

> on HIGNFY he does sometimes do a puzzled look or an exaggerated
> double-take to get a laugh.
>
> I wonder if he is genuinely interested in current affairs, and in
> politics, when the show's not on. "I don't watch Newsnight," he

says.

> "I've never been disappointed by politicians. I've never invested

that

> much in them in the first place."
>
> What does he vote? "I've never really said."
>
> Why not say now? "OK, I can't conceive of a situation or a set of
> circumstances that would lead me to vote Conservative."
>
> Meaning he votes Labour? "Erm, yes ... I don't always vote in

general

> elections, but I think I've always voted Labour. The Tory stuff

doesn't

> do it for me, ha ha ha."
>
> He tells me about bumping into Boris Johnson at Lord's and being

amazed

> that Boris asked him for advice on his mayoral campaign. "It was

nice of

> him to ask, but I'm not really a political animal."
>
> Would Boris be a good mayor of London? "No," he says without

thinking.

> "Well, just the other day he said he'd had his bike stolen several
> times. I mean, if he can't look after his bike, how's he going to

look

> after London?"
>
> A couple of days after our interview, on the first of the new

series of

> Have I Got News For You, Merton does the same joke about Boris and

the

> bicycle. Hey, if a policeman on LSD can work over and over again,

why

> not Boris on a bike? Those surreal rants, for which he is now

famous,

> may not be as spontaneous as they seem.
>
> Merton's rise hasn't all been plain sailing. Just as his television
> career was taking off, largely thanks to a Metropolitan police

officer's

> inadvertent experiments with hallucinogens, he had what he

describes as

> a "manic episode", and ended up going into the Maudsley hospital

(he

> wasn't sectioned, he's keen to point out - he checked himself in).
>
> He was having paranoid delusions, convinced he was being followed

by

> Freemasons. It was, he says, nothing to do with depression, but a
> combination of exhaustion and anti-malaria drugs he was taking. "It
> wasn't about depression, it was about excitement. I couldn't stop

having

> ideas. I'd go into a pub and say: 'It would be so much better if

the bar

> was over there and you made the entrance there.' And they'd look at

each

> other and say: 'Who's this bloke who's telling us how to design a

pub?'

> It was just pouring out of me."
>
> Merton had group therapy, along with a man who thought he was Jesus

and

> a woman who agreed ("So he's already got one disciple, he's doing

all

> right"). He also went to see a therapist privately, who said he had

been

> running on pure adrenalin, was heading for a breakdown, and put him

on

> Largactyl. He would have liked to have got a certificate or badge

on

> leaving hospital saying he was legally sane. Is he? Sane? "Yeah, I

think

> so. Well, sanity, I suppose, is getting people to see the world

your

> way."
>
> More recently, Merton's life fell apart again. In 2003 his second

wife,

> Sarah Parkinson, who he had been with since his first marriage to
> Caroline Quentin ended, died of cancer. She had elected to treat it

with

> holistic remedies instead of having chemotherapy, and was 41 when

she

> died. They had spoken of wanting to have children together.
>
> Comedy worked as therapy in some ways. "Yes, I went down, after

Sarah

> died, to the Comedy Store - not to work, but just to be among

people I

> knew. And there's 300 people laughing in a room, there's a real

positive

> upside to it. And you're only aware of one thing at one time; if

you're

> laughing about something, that's the only thing that's in your

entire

> universe. So it's an escape, and a relief. I'm not saying laugh and

the

> tears go away, but if you're minded to find funniness in

situations, it

> does help."
>
> Is he happy now? "Yeah. I mean, doing this book is a major thing

cos

> I've handwritten it. I was happier hand-writing. It's about 100,000
> words. The surreal nature of the book trade is that back in

February I

> went to Bruges to this booksellers' convention ..." Suddenly, we're

not

> talking about happiness at all, but about book publishing. Merton

does

> that a lot, just meanders off somewhere. I don't know if he knows

he's

> doing it, or if he's doing it to avoid subjects he doesn't want to

talk

> about. And I don't know if he's happy, or even if he knows if he's

happy

> or not.
>
> Content is probably a better word. I ask him what gets him going.

His

> work, he says. "But I'm also excited about not working - genuinely.

When

> I wake up on a Monday morning and I realise I don't have to go and

work

> at the civil service, I really think I've won".
>
> Here he is in The Telegraph
>
> Paul Merton: Silence is golden
>
> He counts Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton as his idols and

doesn't do

> Hello! The TV star talks to Elizabeth Grice about his

unconventional

> career
>
> How we love the sad clown. We easily buy into the idea that, deep

down,

> the people who make us laugh are tormented souls; private lives a

mess,

> self-belief shaky as a blancmange.
>
> So when a comedian has his moment of being tossed about on the

cruel sea

> of life, we hunker down to watch the fulfilment of a cherished
> stereotype – not without sympathy, but knowingly, as if this was

bound

> to happen.
>
> Paul Merton has a story to illustrate this point. He once grew a

beard

> so he could get about without being recognised as the straight-

faced,

> laser-wit of Have I Got News For You.
>
> It was about the time the show's presenter, Angus Deayton, had to

leave

> because of a sex and cocaine scandal.
>
> Merton didn't want to be drawn into the ruckus but his camouflage

was

> more impressive than he realised: "a trampy figure" got on the bus

next

> to him at London Bridge and offered him a swig from his can of

lager.

>
> Merton and his wife, Sarah Parkinson, who was with him, laughed

about it

> for ages. But when the story surfaced in a newspaper after Sarah's

death

> from cancer in 2003, it was used to demonstrate how, sunk in grief,

he

> had supposedly let himself go to such an extent that he was
> indistinguishable from a wino.
>
> "It's like catnip to some people," he says. "The idea that a

comedian

> should also be the person with tears in his eyes, heartbroken, but

still

> making people laugh. Most comics aren't manic depressives or sad

people.

> You can't draw the conclusion that because you make people laugh

you are

> battling inner sadness."
>
> He wonders why people were surprised that he could perform his

usual

> verbal cartwheels in a new series of Have I Got News For You three

weeks

> after Sarah's death.
>
> Or that he was down at London's Comedy Store the next Sunday, in a

room

> with 300 people, all laughing.
>
> "You can only concentrate on one thing at a time. If you're

laughing

> about something, there is nothing else that exists for you at that
> moment.
>
> "So that is a great way to deal with this stuff – not to laugh

about it,

> or at it, but as a distraction that takes you somewhere else. It is
> therapeutic."
>
> In conversation, Merton is thoughtful, warm, enthusiastic – and not
> trying to be remotely funny. His shirt is subdued, unlike any of

the

> execrable numbers he wears on television, and his fine-rimmed

specs,

> floppy hair and sun-starved complexion give him the look of a

mature

> student who has spent too long in the library.
>
> In a way, this is exactly what he is. Merton has just finished a
> passionately comprehensive book about his comic heroes of the

silent

> screen – Buster Keaton, Charlie Chaplin, Laurel and Hardy and

Harold

> Lloyd. Anyone who saw his Silent Clowns television series last year

or

> one of his nationwide tours will have realised he is a man in the

grip

> of a grand obsession, a potential comedy anorak if he didn't have

the

> day jobs.
>
> Once he gets going on what makes a great visual gag, or how Harold

Lloyd

> stood stock still, framed by a window as a house front came

crashing

> down on him, he is mesmerising – just as well because it's very
> difficult to stop him.
>
> Merton was gripped by visual comedy from the age of five when he

saw the

> clowns at Bertram Mills' Circus and realised grown-ups could be

silly.

> "Colourful clothes, big boots, buckets of whitewash, exploding

cars,

> vats of sausages... I was filled with glee at adults making fools

of

> themselves, not being in control."
>
> A shy boy at school, he discovered he could make kids in the dinner
> queue laugh by doing impressions of the teachers. "I loved the

whole

> power of making somebody laugh. When I was eight, I knew every

single

> joke from the Beano and the Dandy. Then in my teens, I started to

be

> able to ad lib with people, to be funny spontaneously, which is

more or

> less what I do in my professional career."
>
> Young Merton (or Paul Martin, as he was called then) started

collecting

> old black-and-white silent comedies in Super 8 home-movie format,
> projecting them onto a sheet on his bedroom wall, analysing every

scene.

> It wasn't a hobby he advertised among his friends.
>
> At 13 he saw Buster Keaton's The General at the Academy Cinema in

Oxford

> Street and came out on a "cushion of joy". "It was immortality," he
> says. "I was a teenager watching a film made 50 years ago and the

jokes

> were still working. I was entranced. I wanted to make something, be
> something, do something that would survive 50 years.
>
> "Now, with the proliferation of comedy and the proliferation of
> television, you just become a tiny speck in it all. The one thing

that

> might survive is the book because, in 50 years' time, people will

still

> know about Chaplin and Keaton. I suppose I've hitched my wagon to

their

> immortality."
>
> There was no family history of performing. His father was a Tube

driver

> and his mother a nurse. They lived in a council flat in Parsons

Green.

>
> Anxious to postpone the moment when he might discover his talent

didn't

> match his ambition, Merton became a civil servant in the Tooting
> employment office and wrote scripts in his spare time.
>
> In 1980, he left to see whether he could hack it in comedy. They

gave

> him three boxes of Conqueror watermarked writing paper as a leaving
> present and he kept it for nine years – until he was commissioned

to

> write his own Channel 4 television series.
>
> At the Comedy Store in April 1982, he received a standing ovation

as a

> policeman reporting an incident while under the influence of an
> hallucinogenic drug; a much-loved routine that established his

deadpan

> style – and buoyed him through the bad gigs that inevitably

followed. He

> walked from Soho to his Streatham bedsit in a daze.
>
> Merton wasn't going to be the firework that fizzles away in the

mud, so

> he honed his craft slowly and carefully on the comedy circuit for

five

> years without an agent.
>
> The day after his show at the Edinburgh Festival received rave

reviews

> in 1987, he broke his leg playing football, developed a pulmonary
> embolism and caught hepatitis A. It was touch and go. While
> recuperating, he decided to try to break into television. He wrote
> scripts for Julian Clary and appeared on Whose Line is it Anyway?
>
> The happy delirium of being commissioned to write his own show for
> Channel 4, coupled with a course of anti-malaria tablets, sent him
> slightly manic.
>
> "I couldn't stop having ideas," he recalls. "I couldn't stop

talking. I

> was behaving manically anyway and the pills made it worse. I

imagined a

> conversation about Freemasons that never happened."
>
> In his six weeks at the Maudsley psychiatric hospital – plastic

cutlery,

> cardboard plates – he felt uncomfortable in group therapy sessions
> because his anguish didn't quite measure up to the wrist-slashings

and

> Messianic delusions of others. "I wasn't going to get much sympathy

for

> the fact that Channel 4 had postponed my television series."
>
> He is open about his stay there because he feels mental health

issues

> are not properly understood. "There is a sense of shame about being
> mentally ill and that can affect your recovery."
>
> Since then, Merton has been through the emotional wringer but

avoided

> being confessional about it."I have never done the Hello! thing,
> discussing my private life as part of my career. It's no about

seeing

> myself as a celebrity, really, or being comfortable with red carpet
> moments."
>
> His first marriage, to the actress Caroline Quentin, ended after

six

> years. His second wife, Sarah, died of breast cancer at the age of

41.

> They had been hoping for a baby. After surgery, she rejected
> chemotherapy and he supported her through every step of her

alternative

> programme.
>
> "Rather than raging against fate," she wrote, "we have decided to

view

> what is happening to us as part of a spiritual journey." She also

paid

> tribute to Merton's strength. "He was still recording Room 101 when

I

> was in hospital, but he came to see me twice a day. To have to be
> spontaneously funny when your wife is being operated on for cancer

must

> be a nightmare."
>
> Her death became news. "The curious thing about being a famous

person

> who has had a terrible thing happen," he says, "is that people know
> about it. They are sympathetic. If I had been working in the Civil
> Service, I don't know if I would have been able to cope as well."
>
> Paul Merton on television is lardy-faced, lugubrious, quick-witted,

a

> man who can strike sparks from damp wood. But in real life, there

is

> none of that assumed sullenness or killer repartee. He seems to be

a

> happy man, doing what he always wanted to do. Nine times nominated

for a

> Bafta award, he finally won one in 2003. He still performs on stage

at

> the Comedy Store every week "to keep match fit" and takes nothing

for

> granted.
>
> "When I wake up on a Monday morning and I'm not working in the

Civil

> Service, it immediately gets the week off to a good start," he

says. "It

> is a wonderful thing, making people laugh. When people recognise

me,

> there is a smile on their face. Being known for being funny is just
> about the best thing to be known for."
>
> This is a review of the book in The Times
>
> Silent Comedy by Paul Merton
> Laurel and Hardy
> Reviewed by James Christopher
>
> I had no idea that my favourite comedian suffered delusions of

academic

> grandeur. I know that Paul Merton is a genius. He can twitter for
> England on Just a Minute, and is a principled bruiser on Have I Got

News

> For You. But his obsession with silent black-and-white comedy is a

total

> surprise.
>
> I was flabbergasted to learn that this verbal wizard had assembled

a

> whole series (albeit for BBC Four, a station thjat many of us have

yet

> to discover) on Silent Clowns. And I am stunned by Silent Comedy,

the

> book that his series inspired.
>
> It's not a great piece of literature, and I'm no big fan of this

early

> genre. But the personal touches impress, and the multi-coloured

pages

> are cheeky. Merton slips two-page features about seminal films or
> forgotten stars into almost every chapter. I would like to add that

he

> wears his research lightly, but that would be a bare-faced lie.
>
> He has spent his life in awe of Hollywood's two-tone pioneers, and
> loudly champions them. The greatest hits of Buster Keaton, Charlie
> Chaplin, Harold Lloyd, Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy are laid out in
> exacting detail. Merton rarely has a bad word to say about any of

them.

> Their pay cheques are scrutinised, their silly wounds and guilty
> indiscretions carefully logged. Their best gags and films are
> spreadeagled on the page. But he has an aversion to skewering his

heroes

> in public, even when warranted. Merton will never be Kenneth Anger,

and

> Silent Comedy is no Hollywood Babylon.
>
> His obsession with the era began at the circus. The giddy spectacle

of

> adult clowns behaving badly cast a profound spell on Merton. The

silent

> movies that he could see as a child – in the cinema or on

television –

> excited him beyond words. In a sense his book is about how he grew

up.

> It is also a map of the evolution of film in the age before sound.
>
> Merton never really says why he is so enamoured of Chaplin, Buster

et

> al, but he leaps to their defence before the reader has time even

to

> wave a ponderous glove. We must never get caught in "the tiresomely
> idiot debate on Keaton versus Chaplin"; we must laud them for "the

great

> works of art" that each apparently inspired in the other.
>
> But if these blockbusting, super-famous clowns were such great

friends,

> why did they never work together? The invariably awful women that

they

> married might confess if Merton allowed them half a sentence. He
> doesn't. He has a breathtaking grasp of the male Hollywood ego, but

a

> shrivelling lack of interest in their unhappy wives.
>
> The book bobs between Merton's huge bank of extraordinary

biographical

> details, and prosaic lists of what Charlie/Buster/Harold did next.

Jokes

> explained are jokes ruined, and Merton's tedious descriptions of

almost

> every gag hatched between 1899 and 1936 could fray the patience of

a

> saint. But his inside tracks on such classics as The Tramp, The
> Goldrush, Steamboat Bill Junior and Modern Times are deep and

serious

> pleasures.
>
> The great surprise is how close these rivals were in age and

ambition.

> All share the same starting line, and all have a Dickensian

backstory.

> Chaplin was 5 when he was tossed on stage because his music hall

mother

> couldn't finish a song. She never performed again. Lloyd — best
> remembered for hanging off the face of a clock — managed to blow

off

> half of his hand in one stunt and was lucky to keep his face.

Keaton

> came within seconds of drowning in Our Hospitality, and broke his

neck

> in Sherlock Junior.
>
> Merton protests that he has no favourites, but Chaplin gets the

most

> attention. There's a palpable sense that this melancholic clown is

the

> trailblazer. He was the first to make huge amounts of money from
> two-reel shorts. He was the first to make a full-length comic

feature

> (The Tramp, 1915). By 1916 he was one of the most famous actors on

the

> planet, and wise enough to take control of his own productions. His
> rivals marvelled at his extravagant retakes, and the time and money

he

> spent on throwaway gags. The British actor was a fierce

perfectionist. A

> lens scratch that ruined the negative of The Circus in 1928 cost

him a

> fortune when he viewed the rushes and decided to reshoot the entire

film.

>
> Chaplin's down-and-out pathos touched the hearts of millions.

Merton's

> prose turns into puddles when he describes scenes from The Kid, A

Dog's

> Life, and City Lights. But he is almost prudishly circumspect about
> Chaplin's personal disasters and controversial marriages to two
> teenagers.
>
> Silent Comedy is a terrific history of props and pratfalls. It

sings

> when Merton gives up being descriptive and puts himself on the

page. His

> own experiences of performing, notably at the Comedy Store in front

of

> boozy crowds on Saturday nights, ring horribly true.
>
> But this book is not a confession. It's surprisingly serious. The

wealth

> of posters, graphics, and original pictures do not disguise the

lofty

> research. Merton is unfortunately prone to those fact-crunching

longeurs

> that can spoil the best film histories. That said, I'm a better

person

> for having read this. The heroes, victims, and survivors earn their
> tears. I wish I could say the same of today's.
>

 
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Topic: Re: The divine Mister M

Message 4 / 5
Dean BedfordNov 1, 2007
 

 
On Thursday, November 1, 2007, at 07:09 AM, thomaswake16 wrote:

> Not sure if this was mentioned anywhere else, but Paul will
> apparently be on Steve Wright's show on Radio 2 tomorrow afternoon,
> and was also on Jonathan Ross last Saturday. (I assume by the nature
> of this group that we all know how the Listen Again facility works.)

thanks - I must try and listen to him and Wossy...

 
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Topic: Re: The divine Mister M

Message 5 / 5
lindaNov 1, 2007
 

 
--- In just-a-minute@..., "thomaswake16" <thomaswake16@...>
wrote:

>
> Not sure if this was mentioned anywhere else, but Paul will
> apparently be on Steve Wright's show on Radio 2 tomorrow afternoon,
> and was also on Jonathan Ross last Saturday. (I assume by the nature
> of this group that we all know how the Listen Again facility works.)

you are right in assuming most of us here can operate the listen
again function on any bbc radio web site :-) thanks for the information
thomas.
cheers
Linda