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First published in Great Britain by Michael Joseph 1986
Published in Penguin Books 1987
Reissued in this edition 2012
Copyright Spike Milligan Productions Ltd, 1986
All rights reserved
ISBN: 978-0-24-196620-4
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GOODBYE SOLDIER
Spike Milligan was one of the greatest and most influential comedians of the twentieth century. Born in India in 1918, he was educated in India and England before joining the Royal Artillery at the start of the Second World War and serving in North Africa and Italy. At the end of the war, he forged a career as a jazz musician, sketch-show writer and performer, touring Europe with the Bill Hall Trio and the Ann Lenner Trio, before joining forces with, among others, Peter Sellers and Harry Secombe, to create the legendary Goon Show. Broadcast on BBC Radio, the ten series of the Goon Show ran from 1951 until 1960 and brought Spike to international fame, as well as to the edge of sanity and the break-up of his first marriage. He had subsequent success as a stage and film actor, as the author of over eighty books of fiction, memoir, poetry, plays, cartoons and childrens stories, and with his long-running one-man show. In 1992 he was made a CBE and in 2001 an honorary KBE, and in 2000 and 2001 he received two Lifetime Achievement Awards for writing and for comedy. He died in 2002.
To Jennie Davies, for her help
The view we left behind! From my bedroom window, showing the now dormant Mount Vesuvius
Foreword
Find a Place Stop the Clock
Sitting here at the typewriter, stop the clock. When I think of the kind of human being I was then, I cant believe that it was me. I was twenty-eight, with the best years of my life spent in the Army. I had found the transformation from civilian life painless: it allowed freedoms I hadnt had before. No longer did I have my mothers dictatorship about going to mass we had unending rows over it, in fact I left home for a time. No longer did I have that voice on the landing when I came home at night, Is that you, Terry? What time do you call this? type rows. I had always given my mother my entire wage packet, 5.00. In return, I got half-a-crown pocket money at the age of twenty-one. Now I kept all my pay, came in late and didnt have to go to mass. It was freedom! I was living for the moment. If there was any future, it was the next band job. I loved being there, playing the trumpet, me the music maker, me being asked by officers, I say, Milligan, can you play such and such a tune?, me singing, flirting with the girls. Now here I was in Italy on 10.00 a week with officer status, playing with a trio that I thought would bring us fame and fortune, and all this and a pretty ballerina. This was Italy, the sun shone, free of all responsibilities except the show, free all day. Oh, life was good! One day that would all end.
Spike Milligan
Monkenhurst
1 May 1986
ROME
PADUA
VENICE
PADUA AGAIN
VENICE AGAIN
MESTRE
TRIESTE
KRUMPENDORF
GRAZ
VIENNA
PADUA YET AGAIN
ROME AGAIN
NAPLES
CAPRI
NAPLES AGAIN
ROME YET AGAIN
Maria Antoinetta Fontana
ROMANCE
June 1946
The charabanc, with its precious cargo of bisexual soldier artistes, see-saws through the narrow Neapolitan streets. It is a day of high summer. We pull up at our destination, the Albergo Rabacino. The sunlight plays on its golden baroque chiselled faade. Lieutenant Ronnie Priest hurries into its mahogany portals, only to return downcast of visage. The bloody girls will be a while; theyve just got back from mass. He lights up a cigarette. Bloody females, he adds. We all debouch to stretch our legs and other parts. Immediately, we are set on by street vendors. I was taken up with a tray of chrome and gilt watches I needed a watch badly, a good heavy one that would stop me being blown away. As we barter, the Italian Corps de Ballet usher forth with their luggage. Our balding driver, Luigi, is rupturing himself stowing the bulging cases into the rear locker all this while I have just clinched a deal for a watch that looks like a burnished gold Aztec altar, a huge lump of a thing. On me, it made my wrist look like an Oxfam appeal for food. I had bargained the price down from ten million lire to seven thousand and the vendor was running away at full speed while counting the money. I was winding it when a female voice diverted me: Ow much you payer for that? I turned to see a petite, mousy-haired, blue-eyed, doll-like girl.
The first clash of eyes was enough. It was, no, not love at first sight that came later but it most certainly was something at first sight. (Darling, I feel in something at first sight.)
I paid seven thousand lire.
She tsu-tsu-tsued and shook her head. You know all watch stolen. No, I didnt know that. Let me see, she said, in a semi-commanding voice. She examined the watch. Maybe, yes, she said, returning it.
I said it was a very good watch, it told the time in Italian as well as English. What was her name?
My namer is Maria Antoinetta Fontana, but everyone call me Toni.
Im Spike, sometimes known as stop thief or hey you!
Yeser, I know. She had found my name on the programme and had obviously set her sights on me. I would make good target practice. Maria Antoinetta Fontana was understudy for the premire ballerina at the Royal Opera House in Rome. From now on, it was goodbye Bing Crosby, lead soldiers and Mars bars. She was so petite! Five feet four inches! We are all aboarding the Charabong, I notice that Toni has lovely legs and the right amount, two. I tried to sit next to her, but in the mle I ended up in the seat behind her as Riccy Trowler, our crooner, had fancied her and beat me to it. If he looked at her, I would kill. Do you hear me? KILL! Didnt he know with me around he hadnt a chance! Me, the Brockley Adonis? Poor blind little fool. Me, the Harry James of St Cyprians Hall, SE 26! Hold very tight and fares please, says Lieutenant Priest in mock cockney bus conductor tones as we set off for the Holy City.