Saturday 4 May 2013

Errol Flynn - Case Closed.


If you want to have your finger firmly on the pulse of Middle-England, may I recommend that you read the blog of my newly found fellow blogger, Jim Froggatt.

It is hard to believe that Jim is the 82 years old that he purports to be, so fresh is his outlook on life and so youthful his attitude toward fried breakfasts and smoking in pubs.

His latest post could be - I believe -  the beginning of a new campaign to rid the Sheriff of Nottingham of the negative image that several hundred years of bad press has created around him, in the same way that the perception of Richard the Third as a murdering hunchback has been transformed to one of a cuddly, disabled and much-maligned English king, thanks to the unceasing efforts of American lobby groups over the last 20 years or so.

When I was a kid, the T.V. Robin Hood was portrayed by Richard Green, and his whining nasal tone and goody-goody attitude was more than enough to make me side with the Sheriff of Nottingham, and the actor who played him (pictured above) must have taken a leaf out of Lawrence Olivier's manual when he gave the 'definitive' performance of Richard the Third.

I never held out any hopes of this pathetic Robin ever getting his leg over Maid Marianne on the British T.V. of the early 1960s, despite all the opportunities to do so afforded by all the clandestine meetings in the forest, even if they were somewhat crowded-out by the Merry Men in every episode. These days, it would go ahead on the first meeting, and it would be just another unremarkable 'dogging' party, the sort of which happens every night in most woodland car-parks across the country.

The reason me and all my friends tuned in every week to the Richard Green version was that there was a rumour that if you watched the speeding arrow shot at the beginning of every episode, at some point a modern telegraph-pole flashed past amongst all the trees. I never saw it, and we did not have freeze-frame facilities in those days. I suspect that this was another modern myth, like the one below.

When Errol Flynn played Robin (as scathingly mentioned by Jim in his post), the whole film hinged upon the reputation of the actor in the trouser-department, and even though the act itself never made it past the censors, it was universally taken for granted that Errol's giant nob would eventually find it's way underneath all those petticoats and heavy brocade, so it really did not need to be anything other than a less than subtle hint about what was going to happen after the credits had finished rolling and everyone had left the cinema.

Well I am in an authoritative position to be able to set the record straight about that - once and for all.

Years ago, one of my many drinking-partners in one of the many pubs was Errol Flynn's cousin. His last name was also Flynn, but I have forgotten what his first name was, as our sessions took place about 35 years ago, and we were simple and fleetingly short-term pub-mates.

The cousin - who had by then retired - was an accountant in the film industry, and was always close to the sets to make sure the productions stayed within budget. Being related to Errol meant that he was bound, from time to time, to work on his films, and it also meant that he spent quite a bit of time socialising with his cousin off-set as well.

The subject of the object of legend was bound to crop up at sometime in the pub, and when I asked the accountant about it, he dismissed it with a weary sigh, as if he was fed up with giving interviews about it.

He had - he explained - been skinny-dipping with Errol in Californian swimming-pools on many occasions, and had never noticed anything out of the ordinary at all.

So next time someone tells you the old story about gaffer-tape having to be used underneath tight-fitting leather britches, you can tell them from me that it never happened.

19 comments:

  1. I always like the Friar Tuck (or 'try-a-fuck' as we cheeky young schoolboys used to call him) character in the Richard Green TV weeklies. One really could see him tucking into a giant rib of beef for breakfast.

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    1. Yes, I can see his face and hear his voice now.

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  2. He flashed at a Virginial Olivia De Havilland during the making of Robin Hood..with a fake penis...or so I read somewhere


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    1. I would think that by the time Miss De Havilland made it into the studios, she had seen more than one of the real thing in the casting offices.

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  3. I've not heard that story. If you mean what I think you mean I'd never try anything like that. I hate to think what I might pull off with the tape.

    Thanks for giving me a plug.

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    1. I know what you mean about the Gaffer Tape - that would be a waxing too far.

      My pleasure with the plug. I think you may get inexplicably popular, given the right (UKIP) audience.

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  4. I was about eight when I saw Robin Hood in the theater. The characters I took away were Friar Tuck, Little John and Richard. No impression of Robin Hood or the fair Maid Marion. Saw the film again recently and still found the stars too disappointing to remember.

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    1. I know. They don't make 'em like that anymore... thankfully.

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  5. Correction: See? I Knew Jim was lying about his age. He's 80, not 82 - or so he says.

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  6. I love a good "nob" story. Thanks again Tom for keeping me well informed about all things famous and infamous.

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    1. Anyone who is capable of taking advantage of a nocturnal intruder who is hiding under her bed, has to love a nob story - good or otherwise...

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  7. I have actually met Robin Hood he is a very likeable fellow and does not at all exemplify the sort of riff raff that inhabit Holywood, nor is he bloody little socialist that panders to the poor!

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    1. Welcome Padraig. There was a time when I first started accumulating followers that - for some inexplicable reason - I was attracting nothing but interior designers and people who who raised their own livestock. Now that I have made a little effort in promoting Jim Froggatt's pages, I seem to be attracting UKIP members who are so elated by their recent successes in local by-elections, that they are hallucinating about having met traditional folk-heroes that - if they ever lived at all - died many hundreds of years ago. Neither you nor Jim are THAT old, surely?

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  8. When I look at that photograph at the top of your post I just cannot believe that once I had a mad crush on Errol Flynn - that hair, those eyes, that beard - ugh! And Yes, I am enjoying Jim's blog too.

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    1. That is not Errol Flynn, Weave - that is the actor who played the Sheriff of Nottingham on T.V. Errol was much uglier than him.

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  9. I only saw Kevin Costner as Robin Hood - but found the Robin Hood-oak that we saw in nature more impressing. Errol Flynn is definitely not my type - too spick and span.
    Followed your recommendation of Jim Froggart.

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    1. I could never bring myself to watch Kevin Costner as R.H. I would like to say that you won't regret tuning-in to Jim's blog, but it's too early to tell.

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  10. UKIP? Off to do some Googling.

    Robin Hood - is that the "RH RH riding through the glen, RH RH with his band of men" one? I remember that song, some 50 years (surely) after the event.

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    1. That's the one. UKIP are the political wing of the EDL, as far as I can make out. Know what the EDL is?

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