Les Dennis was a stalwart of the working men's club circuit for over 20 years. Holed up in a Leith boozer, he relives the 'good old days' with Sam Friedman.
Les Dennis has been spotted. “Ye’ve been captured, Les,” slurs a bleary-eyed regular in The Strathmore Bar, a classic Leith boozer and one-time working men’s club tucked away near the bottom of Leith Walk. Idling up to our table with a finger pointed at the bemused entertainer, the man continues: “Aw the boys back there, they aw spied ye. Now hows aboot ye buy us aw a roond-a drinks,” he says, only half-joking. Panicked, my mind turns to the scene in Trainspotting where Renton and Begby set upon a wayward American Fringe-goer who accidentally stumbles into a Leith pub asking for the ‘mensroom.’ Luckily, Dennis is distinctly unruffled. Bantering happily with his celebrity-stalker, he trades a few well-meaning Family Fortunes jokes, invites the new friend to his Fringe play Jigsy, and promises to buy ‘the boys’ (all now laughing raucously at the back of the pub) a drink after the interview.
It’s perhaps not surprising that Dennis is at home in local watering holes like The Strathmore Bar. At 17 he started his career playing similarly boisterous working men’s clubs in his native Liverpool. Back then the fresh-faced Dennis was a fledgling impressionist, although he admits “I nicked most of my act from the best,” meaning the great 70s impressionists Sammy Davis Jnr and Freddie Starr. The clubs though, he says in a now softened Scouse accent, were a fantastic training ground. “You had to learn to compete - with the Bingo, the pies. Literally, you would go on, do five minutes, and then the hot pies would arrive and the room would empty – brilliant.”
Although Dennis went on to have a successful television career, including 15 years as presenter of Family Fortunes, it is less well known that he continued to play the club circuit throughout. This experience made Dennis the obvious choice to star in Tony Staveacre‘s new Fringe play, Jigsy, which is loosely based on the Liverpool comic Jackie Hamilton. The play joins Jigsy in 1997 when his career and the whole working men’s club circuit is on its last legs. “He’s a man out of time,” explains Dennis. “He’s getting on, he likes a drink, and he's here to share his stories.”
It’s clear that Dennis remains enamoured with the club comedy of his youth. During our hour-long interview he continually draws upon his impressionist skills to lovingly bring to life the club comics he idolised. Taking me on a vocal tour of the North, we travel to Yorkshire with Charlie Williams, Manchester with his comedy partner Dustin Gee, Liverpool with Eddie Flanagan and Newcastle with Bobby Thompson. He’s particularly nostalgic about Thompson, “The Little Waster”, whose comedy album—Dennis gleefully explains—“outsold the Grease soundtrack in Tyne and Wear in 1978!”
Of course not everyone remembers working men’s comedy so fondly, particularly the bigoted standup of Bernard Manning and the cheap mother-in-law gags of Les Dawson, Jim Davidson and Roy ‘Chubby’ Brown. “In Thatcher’s 80s, ‘old-school’ was a bit of a dirty word. We had to keep our heads down, we were seen as the old-guard, passé,” Dennis says. Like many of his generation he seems protective of the club legacy and grapples to defend the circuit even if this means sidestepping uncomfortable realities. “But not everyone was like that, ” he protests, referring to the Bernard Manning school. “Yes, when you look back now you go fooooh. But at the time it didn’t seem… Maybe we were less aware...” he trails off.
One of the most striking things about Jigsy is the way in which the plot—a faded star reliving the glamour of past successes—seems to echo the trajectory of Dennis’ own career. Indeed at times Dennis seems to talk about himself and Jigsy as if they’re the same person. “My TV career might not be thriving, but that’s just something you have to accept. Matt Lucas once told me, ‘every comic has their time’, and then audiences move on. But if you become bitter—and that’s one thing Jigsy isn’t—you get eaten up, you don't progress.”
The story of Dennis’ misfortune in the 2000s is well documented. But for those who somehow avoided the tabloid orgy, first there was the acrimonious split from Amanda Holden, after her very public affair with Neil Morrissey, and then the infamous Celebrity Big Brother appearance, where a troubled Dennis was filmed conversing with chickens. I deliberately avoid these personal troubles, figuring Dennis has had more than his fair share of difficult questions. But interestingly he brings it up. “Things clearly took a nosedive after Big Brother,” he confides. “But then I was saved by Ricky Gervais.”
That's interesting, what does he mean ‘saved?’ “Big Brother certainly wasn’t the best timing but if I hadn’t done it then Ricky wouldn’t have picked up the phone and given me the chance to play a twisted, demented version of myself.” Dennis is of course referring to the 2005 episode of Extras, where Gervais cast him brilliantly as a deranged semi-fictional pastiche of himself. “It was a real turning point. I’d had 15 years on Family Fortunes and suddenly I wasn’t on telly anymore. And as Jigsy says: 'It’s all you can do, so you carry on.'”
But this is where the similarities between Dennis and Jigsy end. While Jigsy is a relic of a dying culture, Dennis has demonstrated an impressive professional versatility in recent years. Certainly he’s older and a little wider than his TV days, but this hasn’t stopped him carving out a successful life as a stage actor. And the Fringe, he says, has acted as a pivotal staging point. “It’s like turning the Titanic when you’ve got a reputation as a gameshow host, but I’ve always done things that challenge me, like Edinburgh, put my head above the parapet. It keeps you going forward.”
In person, Dennis certainly defies his lingering public profile as ‘sad Les’, the washed-up entertainer plagued by his past. In fact he’s far more like Les from Family Fortunes – upbeat, good company and full of cheery charm. Indeed, as we leave, Dennis makes a point of returning to his now semi-inebriated Leith fanbase, before quietly taking out his wallet, putting £30 behind the bar, and honouring his round.