Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, your entertainment for the evening – Mr. Dougie Style.
You haven’t heard of him? He’s been around forever – he’s famous, a comedy legend – at least, he used to be. Dougie Style was this country’s best selling entertainer, albeit on vinyl, and played to packed theatres wherever he went. He was a regular on every station, on radio and television, and he was in all the papers – you still haven’t heard of him? Have you heard of Sandy Field – the man behind the name? The man who created Dougie Style – no? Maybe you’re too young – maybe he was before your time.
He’s been a comedian for more than forty years. In his bestselling biography turned household table leveller, Sandy Field said his alter ego was born before he first took the stage, at his father’s funeral, shortly before he turned eighteen. He was tasked with the eulogy and, given his age and lack of comprehension for remorse, he told his jokes instead. He found comfort in that spotlight – as he would every one after – the microphone felt natural in his hand and the giddy thrill of the stage seduced the fledgling comedian like all first tastes of addiction do. The laughs he earned that day ignited his desire and unveiled his future’s path – the young man was hooked. He took the name Dougie Style though he couldn’t tell you why, and entered the world of comedy and before his inaugural audience – a slender crowd of less than ten – he gave his first bad performance, but that experience didn’t discourage or sour him to his cause, instead he found pleasure in offending those few people that night. He signed up at all the local open mics and paced the comedy club’s halls; he haunted the back rooms of pubs and live music bars, and vied for a chance to play. He’d volunteer to MC at all occasions, funerals and weddings and any other invitations, he’d practice his material, to get his style right and many a failed night he’d go running from the reception, an angry groom in trail.
But it was the night he appeared on television that he finally earned his fame. His stardom came of infamy, and his legend rose in controversy – that scandalous performance, mythic in the annuals of broadcasting, pressed the boundaries of the time, outraged the old establishment and cost two censors their jobs. The newspapers headlines read; “it shocked the nation” and the critics demanded his scalp, but the audience had fallen for the young man and his refreshingly renegade manner. That was the platform Sandy had waited for and from there his career exploded. He would stand before crowded theatres and sell a million records, his would face adorn the front of t-shirts, bill boards and every publication, he was forever on the radio and appeared in several films, he was ushered back onto television and