Memories of the brave joker who revealed his broken heart…

Well, I was shocked – I liked Ken Dodd and met him once at the Civic Hall in Ellesmere Port.

And on the day of his funeral in 2017, as I arrived back at Lime Street station, there he was. Standing there in front of me!

Yes, the great Liverpool laughter-maker, our lord of one-liners, was grinning at me. And he was looking very bronzed, if I may say.

Funny really, I’d made a detour after a meeting with an old journalist mate of mine to join literally thousands of fans to wave off Doddy as he was taken to his final resting place.

His wife, Anne, said outside their Knotty Ash house: “The world has lost the most life-enhancing, brilliant and creative comedian with an operatically trained voice, who just wanted to make people happy.”

Her words passed like ticker-tape across the screen of my mind I looked at the statue, and I thought: “Well, I suppose it is a bit of a joke.”

The supposedly iconic statue of Sir Ken, who had died aged 90 had been removed for safe-keeping and restoration as major station upgrades began.

Martin Frobisher, Network Rail’s London North Western route managing director, said: “Sir Ken Dodd has stood inside the entrance to our station since 2009. It’s right he returns today as we remember the laughs he gave us over the years.”

So, they brought him back for his final curtain … and as I stood there looking at him I remember thinking “it looks more like Bob Monkhouse waving a kebab on stick than it does good old Ken!”

I winced at my own private insensitivity on such a day but it did cross my mind that if my mind-joke was disrespectful then surely so was this statue by renowned artist Tom Murphy.

And I’m not alone.

Eddy Rheadm a member of the Modernist Society said recently “I would argue that the statues are downright ugly and poorly executed, clumsily plonked on the station concourse. I’m more than a little creeped out by them.”

Anyway, this is my memory of the day I met Ken Dodd. And he gave me some advice that, 30 years later, I finally took.

But he also revealed himself as a good and caring funny man with a broken heart:

When I was a ‘rooky’ reporter on the local Chester ‘rag’, The Chronicle, in the late 1970s I was dispatched to a village hall on the outskirts of Ellesmere Port to cover an afternoon comedy performance by Ken Dodd.

It’s that long ago now I can’t really remember how the show went – but it was definitely a lorra lorra laughs. I remember the predominantly blue-rinse brigade and retired bank manager-type audience roaring with mirth hour after hour.

Back then Ken was a bizarre sight to behold, wild spiky hair and goofy teeth, ill-fitting suit, dusty loafers and tickling sticks.

The Diddy Men added a surprisingly lysergic atmosphere to the wood and shingles hall at the end of a narrow country lane. Ken’s Rolls Royce – I seem to remember it as chocolate brown – waited like a patient old dog on the gravelled drive.

But it was his unbroken stream-of-consciousness jokes which marked him, not as an out-of-date has-been despite the mature middle class-ness of his audience that evening, but as a surreal comedian with an almost psychedelic madness.

Back then he had found a form of cult status on the tail end of hippydom and yet still had staunch followers among the semi-detached ‘squares’ in his audience.

When the show ended I waited by his Rolls for what seemed more hours – Ken was still entertaining the crowd, shaking hands, telling jokes, poking fun and laughing fit to bust.

Finally he was there shaking my hand and grinning like a dray horse, you could tell he was preparing for another round of jokes and mayhem, but this time just for me.

Then I lit a Benson and Hedges and as I exhaled the blue-ish smoke everything changed.

The horse-face of humour crumbled and I saw the real tragedy behind the comedy.

Everybody seemed to smoke back then but Ken Dodd was having none of it.

He berated me for smoking and asked me why I did it?

I told him it was simply that I enjoyed it – really, it was because I was addicted to doing what  everybody else did. We didn’t think about cancer back then.

But Ken Dodd did.

And there were tears in the eyes of Britain’s best-loved comedian as he told me: “Don’t smoke, it can kill you … and I’ve just lost somebody very close to me and she was too young to die.”

And so he told me about his long-term lover  Anita Boutin, who  had just died from a brain tumour.

They had been together for 24 years.

He told me she was just 45 when she died … they had been engaged for two decades and he wept as he told me he wished with all his heart that he had got round to marrying her. Anita had told a reporter previously who asked if they were getting married: “It’s up to Ken.”

Anita was buried at their local church in Knotty Ash, the same one where Ken’s mother was laid to rest eight years earlier. Ken put flowers on both their graves every Christmas.

His relationship with former Bluebell Girl Anne Jones – whom he married just a few days before he died – began in 1980. They had known each for many years. They were in Dick Whittington at the Alexandra Theatre in Birmingham when they fell in love.

It was only a brief moment in my life – I was 20 years old at the time – but it is a memory that’s never gone away.

Ken Dodd had shown me the real tragedy behind his mask of comedy and had handed me my first revealing celebrity interview.

But more than anything I had met a man who genuinely cared about people and their lives.

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By Leigh Banks

I am a journalist, writer and broadcaster ... lately I've been concentrating on music, I spent many years as a music critic and a travel writer ... I gave up my last editorship a while ago and started concentrating on my blog. I was also asked to join AirTV International as a co host of a new show called Postcard ...

8 comments

  1. Krystyn Johnson
    I am a volunteer at The Plaza Stockport where Ken Dodd frequently played and was one of the patrons. He was a great support to The Plaza.
    When we do tours we always talk about him and have a large framed photo of him in our Patron’s Lounge.
    The dressing room next to the stage is called after him as it was the one he always had.
    It doesn’t take much imagination to see him there,or waiting in the wings and to hear the roars of approval from the audience on his entrance.
    As for his exit,no one ever knew when that would be.

  2. David Silver
    I had the honour of peeing next to Doddy during the intermission of ‘Funny Girl’ at the Oxford Cinema, Manchester. I was too shy to say anything to him. #ticklingstick

  3. SC Bryson
    A tear is stuck in the corner of my eye.
    Such an amazing read about a multi-talented gentleman.
    I enjoyed hearing his voice, nearly as much as reading your poignant tale of this iconic man.

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