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Kevin Holt brings a good bit of Yorkshire to Sport!
Kevin Holt was born in Otley, West Yorkshire in the early
sixties, served an apprenticeship at “Crompton Parkinson” in
nearby Guiseley and by his early twenties ran away to join the
circus – or Pontin´s Holiday Camp as it was known.
He was hunted mercilessly by fired up devil children around
the camp in his bare feet, enacting the roll of “Captain Blood”
the pirate, was forced to ´dance´ to “So Macho” by Sinitta and
´Spitting Image´s “Chicken Song” amongst other similarly
befuddled and reluctant ´Blue Coats´. On the lighter side, he
became articulate in defining the odd “lovely Leg” or two,
´Glamorous Grandmothers´ and pensioner’s knobbly knees
when acting as compere to the stars.
sixties, served an apprenticeship at “Crompton Parkinson” in
nearby Guiseley and by his early twenties ran away to join the
circus – or Pontin´s Holiday Camp as it was known.
He was hunted mercilessly by fired up devil children around
the camp in his bare feet, enacting the roll of “Captain Blood”
the pirate, was forced to ´dance´ to “So Macho” by Sinitta and
´Spitting Image´s “Chicken Song” amongst other similarly
befuddled and reluctant ´Blue Coats´. On the lighter side, he
became articulate in defining the odd “lovely Leg” or two,
´Glamorous Grandmothers´ and pensioner’s knobbly knees
when acting as compere to the stars.
Following stints as an entertainments representative for a Swedish travel company in
Gran Canaria, Majorca and Crete he was finally lured back to England to inflict his half
baked show on to the Northern Working Men´s Club circuit. This was a mistake, he tried
his best but ultimately died so many times that a small church service was held in his
honour at the end of every performance whereby his father was forced to formally identify
his act before his ashes were sprinkled on the Concert Secretary´s allotment.
By the mid nineties he had retired from all forms of entertainment and emigrated to
Blackpool, where the performer in him was rekindled at “Miss Patricia´s Music Hall
Tavern”, here he was coaxed from behind the bar to perform in sing-along’s and shows
alongside his great mentor Frankie Whittle the human gnome. Eventually though, through
financial constraints, malnutrition and hypothermia he made his way to Benidorm, residing
in a hostel which was a sort of retirement home for elderly Scandinavian accordion
playing loons and eccentric drunks. He quite liked it.
He now earns a living, - by day, aping the actions of a grizzled old Concert Chairman from
those clubs of the past in a kind of “Wheeltappers & Shunters Social Club” tribute show
(look it up). By night he performs to hordes of baffled pensioners as a “Comic
Impressionist” although in reality, rather than impressions, is more a series of grotesque
caricatures that only he can understand.
One of his hobbies is writing, and books include “The Cumberland Claptrap”, “Are You
Affiliated”, (based on the Northern Club circuit) and “Chasing The Cheese” – A year in
the life of a Benidorm class B celebrity” Which, apart from detailing his life on the Costa
Blanca also includes another one of his passions,- quirky English customs. This has seen
him present at the Cheese Rolling event in Gloucester, “The Hare Pie Scramble and
Bottle Kicking” in Leicestershire, “The Great Gorilla Race” through the streets of London,
“The World´s Biggest Liar Competition” in the Lake District and “The World Nettle Eating
Championships” in Dorset - where he turned up a week early by mistake, and instead
ended up at a beer festival in Axminster.
Gran Canaria, Majorca and Crete he was finally lured back to England to inflict his half
baked show on to the Northern Working Men´s Club circuit. This was a mistake, he tried
his best but ultimately died so many times that a small church service was held in his
honour at the end of every performance whereby his father was forced to formally identify
his act before his ashes were sprinkled on the Concert Secretary´s allotment.
By the mid nineties he had retired from all forms of entertainment and emigrated to
Blackpool, where the performer in him was rekindled at “Miss Patricia´s Music Hall
Tavern”, here he was coaxed from behind the bar to perform in sing-along’s and shows
alongside his great mentor Frankie Whittle the human gnome. Eventually though, through
financial constraints, malnutrition and hypothermia he made his way to Benidorm, residing
in a hostel which was a sort of retirement home for elderly Scandinavian accordion
playing loons and eccentric drunks. He quite liked it.
He now earns a living, - by day, aping the actions of a grizzled old Concert Chairman from
those clubs of the past in a kind of “Wheeltappers & Shunters Social Club” tribute show
(look it up). By night he performs to hordes of baffled pensioners as a “Comic
Impressionist” although in reality, rather than impressions, is more a series of grotesque
caricatures that only he can understand.
One of his hobbies is writing, and books include “The Cumberland Claptrap”, “Are You
Affiliated”, (based on the Northern Club circuit) and “Chasing The Cheese” – A year in
the life of a Benidorm class B celebrity” Which, apart from detailing his life on the Costa
Blanca also includes another one of his passions,- quirky English customs. This has seen
him present at the Cheese Rolling event in Gloucester, “The Hare Pie Scramble and
Bottle Kicking” in Leicestershire, “The Great Gorilla Race” through the streets of London,
“The World´s Biggest Liar Competition” in the Lake District and “The World Nettle Eating
Championships” in Dorset - where he turned up a week early by mistake, and instead
ended up at a beer festival in Axminster.
