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It stayed open throughout the rest of the war with five or six performances a day and open from 11am to 10.35 at night.Once the audience arrived in the morning some of them would stay and watch all the six shows throughout the evening and night.At the time it was a run-down old cinema called the Palais de Luxe (actually one of the first in London) but she had the building extensively rebuilt, glamourously faced with glazed white terracotta and renamed it the Windmill Theatre.Under the careful guidance of her manager Vivian Van Damme, a small neat man who more often than not would be smoking a cigar, the theatre slowly became a success.Years later Hill would often joke that although he was no longer an ASM he still had small parts.12 months or so later Hill, now eighteen, had become eligible for conscription.He was having the time of his life and he naively thought that by travelling around the country (he was now with , another revue) he could pretend he had never received the OHMS manila envelope ordering him to enlist.
To make the Lord Chamberlain’s mood amenable to what he was about to see V. made sure there was generous hospitality before the curtain was raised.“The notion that Benny was a lonely man is so depressing and wrong. He was very happy walking alone, living alone, eating alone, taking holidays alone and going to see shows alone.I often wonder whether he needed anybody else in his life at all…except perhaps a cameraman”.He was delicate, highly strung and sensitive…when I saw him I thought, ‘My God, it’s so easy. ” You can come on like Waring and say, “Not many in tonight. My God, they The Windmill Theatre on the corner of Great Windmill street and Archer Street, just off Shaftesbury Avenue, was a magnet to many of the new wave ex-servicemen comedians, of which there were many.You don’t have to come on shouting, “Ere, ‘ere, missus! The theatre was infamous for its risque dancing girls and nude tableaux but it was a tough crowd for comedians who would make up part of the show. The theatre had been bought in 1930 by a 70 year old ‘white haired, bright eyed little woman in mink’ called Mrs Laura Henderson whose late husband “had been something in Jute”.
There was one problem, Hill didn’t have ‘an act’ and he had 24 hours to create one.