ABSTRACT
You have seen that certain citizens, some of them quite eminent have seen fit to call our performance, ‘filthy’, ‘obscene’, ‘offensive’, and that may well be their opinion, but I come to you ladies and gentlemen and ask you to be my final judges. I am, like you, a simple man, born of simple folk, a man of the industrial north of England. My pleasures are simply-My packet of Woodbines, my glass of Guinness. The simple joys of the seasons. Simple people of our kind understand the facts of life in a way that many of our critics don’t. You will know that my little bits of fun are founded upon the facts of life and because you understand life and the realities of life-I ask you to be my judges.
