My late lamented dad (Bert) adored and worshipped Burly Chassis with a passion. He was a shy retiring sort of bloke who spent most of his time with his nose in a book hiding from his energetic young wife (my mum).
So Shirley was an unlikely love object for Bert.
In those days (2 channels and 2 colours) the highlight of the viewing week was 'Sunday Night at the London Palladium'. Bruce Forsyth - who was already well past his prime - ran the show . When Shirley was topping the bill, dad became increasingly excited as Sunday approached. He spent the day itself gripped by the tension of anticipation. The show started and we sat patiently through jugglers, acrobats, performing dogs and 'Beat the Clock' until a few minutes before Shirley was due to appear.
At this point Bert called out 'C'mon Oscar' and .. took the dog out for a walk?
It happened every time. Mum often asked why - but he just shrugged.
What would he think of Shirl aged 70 in her red M&S dress singing Pink's Get the party Started song?
Happy Birthday Shirl.