2002 UK Ultimate Tour Journal


In 2002, as part of the Sanctuary UK TV Ultimate Collection discs release, Petula embarked on a sizeable tour of the UK.

Saturday, 11 May - 7:30 PM
Philharmonic Hall
Liverpool, England UK

Photos by Pat Fox

Sunday, 12 May - 7:30 PM
New Victoria Theatre
Woking, England UK


Fan John & Petula

Photo by Martin Wilson

Wednesday, 15 May - 7:30 PM
Victoria Hall
Stoke-on-Trent, England UK

Thursday, 16 May - 7:30 PM
His Majesty's Theatre
Aberdeen, Scotland UK

Friday, 17 May - 7:30 P
Festival Theatre
Edinburgh, Scotland UK


Photos by Phil Meehan

Saturday, 18 May - 7:30 PM
Royal Concert Hall
Glasgow, Scotland UK


Photos by Philip Meehan

Sunday, 19 May - 7:30 PM
The Opera House
Newcastle, England UK

Still performlng Petula Clark, a superstar in every way.

Some recognition, please for Petula

     I WRITE being a little surprised at not seeing any review of another great and faultless concert in Newcastle,
     While the papers rightly heralded the great success of Kylie Minogue, there was however another very special international superstar visiting the region, Petula Clark, who gave a magnificent performance on May 19.
     After all the decades she has been performing, still this "real" singer and superstar leads the way.
     Thank you Petula.
     The packed theatre who saw you left very happy and grateful to have had this wonderful chance to hear your excellent vocal work.
     One can only hope we may get a similar opportunity some time again.
R J BELL, Gosforth

May 19, 2002

My hols: Petula Clark
Singer Petula Clark forgets all her troubles in Mykonos and Marrakesh

      A child star during the second world war, Petula Clark, 69, went on to enjoy a successful musical career both in the UK and America. Best known for her No 1 single Downtown, she has starred in films and in shows on Broadway and in the West End. Her latest album, The Ultimate Collection, is out now, and her national tour includes a show at the London Palladium next Sunday. She is married with three grown-up children
      OUR LAST holiday was to Bermuda. It was a second attempt to get my husband, Claude, to like the place - but it didn't entirely succeed. I'd been there years ago on a wonderful sun-drenched holiday with my sister, and liked it so much I decided to take the whole family. Unfortunately, when I did, we arrived at the tail end of a hurricane, it rained constantly and Claude was furious about the whole thing.
      This time, the weather was with us, but Claude still found the island a bit too manicured and twee for his tastes.
      Much more successful was the holiday we had in Mykonos last summer. We stayed in a small, family-run hotel right on the beach - the perfect antidote to the luxurious but utterly impersonal places I stay in when I'm touring. Everything about it was perfect - the food, the crystal-clear water, and the people, who were hospitable without being intrusive. They were also very tolerant of their phone ringing in the middle of the night when agents were trying to track me down.
      As a child in wartime, I travelled a lot to perform for the troops, but rarely saw a thing. Most of our journeys were at night on troop trains, where I'd sleep in the luggage rack before being taken by truck to various military camps. Because of the blackout, every place we went to was indistinguishable from the next.
      The first city I remember seeing lit up was Dublin, just after the war. From the ferry we suddenly saw this amazing array of lights shining across the water. To me, that was the most enchanting thing, and Dublin was a city that felt alive and full of excitement. I still get that feeling of anticipation when I go back now, 50 years later.
      Travelling to make movies has been a mixed experience. In the 1940s, we shot a film called The Huggetts Abroad in a studio in Islington, while a location crew took doubles of us around the world for exterior shots! We were stuck in a warehouse filled with sand, getting bitten by real sand fleas and freezing to death.
      I did, though, get to spend a few blissful weeks filming around San Francisco for Finian's Rainbow, a musical I made with Francis Ford Coppola. That was an extraordinary experience. Warner Brothers sent big, monogrammed trucks with huge lights and cameras, but Coppola was a total maverick - he wanted to put the camera on his shoulder and head out into the desert. So he made a rendezvous with the crew and never turned up. Instead, he took me and Fred Astaire in the opposite direction and we had the most wonderful time trawling around the countryside making the opening sequence of the film, in which Finian and his daughter arrive in the States.

      I fell completely in love with the area and remain so to this day. The landscape is very soft and unspoilt, with beautiful hills and acres of vineyards, a bit like Provence, with good food to boot. Another of my favourite places is Morocco, because it's very French and so sensual. The music, the smells, the colours - it's just this feast of sensations that leaves you feeling somehow enriched.
      We first went in the 1970s, when the children were young, and everybody fell sick. We spent a week looking for doctors and pharmacists, so I got to know Marrakesh like the back of my hand from zooming round these narrow streets and tiny alleyways. I loved it, and it became a place we've kept on visiting.
      The only place I'd never go back to is San'a in the Yemen. I went there to perform in the 1970s and when we stepped off the plane I thought there had been an earthquake - but that's just the way it was. They were building everywhere, and the entire place was pitted with vast holes, piles of rubble and dumper trucks.
      Everything about the country seemed utterly different from what I'd experienced before, from the architecture, or lack of it, to the way people looked and dressed. I expected a Marrakesh-type souk, but it was a very dark, foreboding place and felt very unwelcoming. I'm sure it's changed a lot, but my first impressions were so bad I don't want to bother finding out.
      These days, it's quite rare that we and the children can all be in the same place at the same time, but we do still manage some family holidays together. Last year, we spent a lovely Christmas in Aix en Provence. The light at that time of year is incredible - we did all our Christmas shopping in the markets and drove out to eat at restaurants and vineyards in the surrounding countryside.
      The only low points were the arguments we had about when to unwrap the presents. The French open theirs on Christmas Eve, but I'm very strict about waiting till the day itself. You'd think that now the children are grown-up we'd have left squabbles like that behind. But Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without someone stamping their feet and demanding to have their presents now.
      Because I've travelled so much throughout my life, I feel as if I've never really settled anywhere. We have houses in Switzerland, America and Britain, and for a long time we lived in France, but I'm still looking for a place that I can really call home. Someday soon I'll have to settle somewhere, but I've fallen in love with so many parts of the world that I'm not sure where it will be.
      The only certainty is that it will have to be hot - given time, I could quite easily become a beach bum and spend the rest of my days lying in the sun doing absolutely

Petula Clark talked to Lizzie Enfield

Thursday, 23 May - 7:30 PM
Pavilion Theatre
Bournemouth, England UK

Friday, 24 May - 7:30 PM
Dernsgate Theatre
Northampton, England UK

Sunday, 26 May - 7:30 PM
London Palladium
London, England UK

London Palladium

Photo by Pat Fox

Photos by Jean-Michel Barrault

Photos by Moritz Allersmeier

Tuesday, 28 May - 8:00 PM
Cliff's Pavillion
Southend-on-Sea, England UK


Photo by Robert Faust
Petula leaves them standing in Southend.

Wednesday, 29 May - 7:45 PM
The Orchard
Dartford, England UK

Martin and Petula
Photos courtesy of Martin Wilson

Thursday, 30 May - 7:30 PM
De Montfort Hall
Leicester, England, UK

Friday, 31 May - 7:30 PM
Grand Opera House
York, England UK

Saturday, 1 June - 8:00 PM
Fairfield Hall
Croydon, England UK

Photos by Robert Faust

Photos courtesy of Martin Wilson

Wednesday, 5 June - 7:30 PM
Congress Theatre
Eastbourne, England UK


Photos by Neil Faust

Sunday, 6 June - 7:30 PM
Bridgewater Hall
Manchester, England UK

Photo by Pat Fox

7 June, 2002
by Sarah Hughes
Petula's ageless appeal

      There is nothing like a diva. And no current diva can come close to touching Petula Clark. Dusty might have been more tragic and Shirley (Bassey) more brash but Petula is one of the great survivors - and like all survivors she still knows how to put on a show.
      A child star since the age of five she has seen her career soar then dip, found time to star alongside Fred Astaire and Peter O'Toole in Hollywood before reinventing herself as an old-fashioned chanteuse and sometime musical star- and last night's show found time to visit all areas of her long, interesting career.
      For those who only know her, if at all, for the big brassy Tony Hatch Number, Downtown, it was a revelation. Looking astonishingly good and nowhere near her 69 years of age, Clark divided the show into parts. The first, a race through old favourites such as I Know a Place, Don't Sleep in The Subway and Sailor, was rapturously received by her fans, but it is arguably the second half of the show, which showcased Sondheim, Edith Piaf and jazz, which was the more interesting.
      Her version of Piaf's La Vie En Rose was moving and beautifully paced while the Sondheim song, I Never Do Anything Twice, had more than one man in the audience believing that 69 is not too old to exude sex appeal.
      For sexy she certainly and, possibly surprisingly, was. While other divas find themselves ravaged after years of singing in smoke filled bars and lives lived fast and free, Clark has retained both her cheekbones and that astonishing big band voice.
     She also displays a fine line in dry humour whether talking about Charlie Chaplin playing the piano for her in Geneva or France's chances in the World Cup following their games against Senegal and Uruguay.
      At it was, in the end , her conversation which helped make the concert so special. After all, how many gigs do you go to where the chat in between songs is about getting drunk with O'Toole and dancing with Astaire?
     Like every good diva she milked her audience, teasing them with hints of Downtown before finally performing her most famous song right at the end. It's an old technique but again perfectly timed and she left to a standing ovation and flowers thrown on the stage. After one of the most enjoyable shows by a performer this year, she deserved it.

Jazz medley

I Never Do Anything Twice

With One Look

La vie en rose

Above photos by Roger Evans

Above photos by Philip Meehan

Friday, 7 June - 7:30 PM
Hexagon Theatre
Reading, England UK

Saturday, 8 June - 7:30 PM
Royal Concert Hall
Nottingham, England UK


Photos courtesy of Phil Meehan

Sunday, 9 June - 7:30 PM
Symphony Hall
Birmingham, England UK

All photos by Robert Faust

Birmington Post & Mail Ltd.

by John Wishaw

Petula Clark Symphony Hall, Birmingham

      Anyone who dismisses Petula Clark as little more that a purveyor of frothy, inconsequential candyfloss like Downtown and Don't Sleep In The Subway, is clearly very wide of the mark.
      On the evidence of her heroic performance at Symphony Hall, the veteran song diva is an experienced artiste of exceptional range and emotional diversity.
      She was backed by a highly-disciplined nine-piece band, with three keyboards, two horns and an over-amplified drummer, while the pyrotechnics consisted of a persistent smoke machine that threatened to rival the smouldering roof of Buckingham Palace.
      It was to be a night of poetry, pop and Piaf. The ageless entertainer emerged, dressed in a shimmering silver cloak over an elegant evening frock, which she later changed for a black dress edged with scarlet satin that served to accentuate her trim figure.
      Petula put on her Mrs Johnson coat for Tell Me It's Not True from Blood Brothers and Norma Desmond's dressing-gown for The Perfect Year from Sunset Boulevard.
      Though she sang with perfect English enunciation, she lapsed into French for Sailor and This Is My Song, and adopted an Irish brogue for Look To The Rainbow from Finian's Rainbow.
      Petula played the grand piano on Tony Hatch's A Sign Of The Times before letting her hair down for I Know A Place and kicking up her gold platformed heels during a sixties medley.
Encouraging a chorus of Downtown from fan Mac Castro

Tuesday, 11 June - 8:00 PM
National Concert Hall
Dublin, Ireland, UK


Photos by Philip Meehan

Wednesday, 12 June - 7:45 PM
Waterfront Hall
Belfast Northern Ireland, UK

Thursday, 13 June - 8:00 PM
Millennium Forum
Derry, Northern Ireland, UK

Friday, 14 June - 7:30 PM
St. George's Hall
Bradford, England, UK

Saturday, June 15, 2002
by John Burland

Petula Still Wows Us . . .

     When you're alone and life is making you lonely you can always go - to see a Petula Clark concert! And that is what hundreds did last Friday night at St George's Hall.
      Following an extensive 3-month tour of the UK, Bradford was the final venue and Petula pulled out all the stops for this final performance . . . I particularly liked "There is Love" [Ed note: "Wedding Song"] performed early in the first half and also the love medley she performed after the interval.
      All the old standards were there, and this is what the audience had come to hear - "Don't Sleep in the Subway", "I

Know a Place", and her number one hits of "Sailor" and "This is My Song." Plus many others from musicals, including "Look for the Rainbow" from the film Finian's Rainbow in which she
starred with Fred Astaire. and "Tell Me It's Not True" from Blood Brothers that she had performed on Broadway and throughout the United States in the 90s.
      She saved her most popular number "Downtown" for the end of the show, and although many people think that this was another number one hit, it only reached number 2 in December 1965 when it was kept from the top by "I Feel Fine" from the Beatles.
      But certainly the audience, ranging from youngsters to one lady in front of me who was 91, certainly felt fine after a magical 2 hours from this Diva.

Photos by Philip Meehan

Photo by 'Bri' courtesy of Stuart Wilkinson