 A 
  Radio London World Exclusive!
A 
  Radio London World Exclusive!On Wednesday, January 
  19th, 2000, I received a knee-mail from Keith Hampshire in Canada, saying he 
  was coming to the UK for a week from the 21st to the 29th, and that he hoped 
  we might be able to meet up. He apologised for giving such short notice, but 
  said the visit had been a surprise to him as well. Unfortunately, because of 
  time constraints, our meeting never took place.
  
  The day after Keefers returned home to Canada, Chris had a call from our Pal 
  (or should that be 'Pedigree Chum'?) the Sea Poodle. Being his usual, enigmatic 
  self, the old sea dog told us he'd heard it on good authority that a Caroline 
  DJ was to be the subject of a forthcoming 'This Is Your Life', but he wouldn't 
  name the jock in question. However, when he mentioned the jock's description 
  as 'hairy', my brain went 'CLICK' (or possibly 'BOING') as all sorts of things 
  fell into place.
  
  Which hairy DJ had Keefers previously told me he'd remained close friends with 
  since the Caroline days? Dave Lee Travis, of course! I ikneediately realised 
  the reason why Keefers had rushed over to the UK at such short notice.
  
  There being no secrets in radio, the news of DLT being the subject of TIYL had 
  swiftly appeared in the Radio Magazine, although it had mistakenly reported 
  that Mike Ahern was the old pal who'd been flown in specially from Canada 
  
  It was most unfortunate that Keefers and his wife Cathy didn't get to visit 
  the Radio London webmasters. The ironic thing is that when they were at DLT's 
  home, they were only a few miles away from here. I have, however, persuaded 
  Keefers to send us the following report of the event.
  
  My Dear Mary,
  
  So glad you were able to see "This Is DLT's Life". It really was great fun 
  
  I received a phone call on Monday, January 17th, 2000, sussing me out as to 
  whether or not I would make a suitable guest and if I was available to come 
  over on the Thursday of that same week for the taping of the show on Friday 
  21st. So, as you can ascertain, I had no prior knowledge of the program at all. 
  In my haste to accept, I forgot to ask whether or not my wife, Cathy, could 
  join me and I forgot that our passports had expired.
  
  Later that afternoon, when Cathy returned home from her job as a teacher, I 
  told her of the call (thinking in the back of my mind that it may be a cruel 
  joke). We then phoned my sister the travel agent and enquired as to the availability 
  of some reduced fare flights. I thought if they were willing to pay full pop 
  for me to fly over for a day or two, then they might be open to the suggestion 
  of my wife joining me, if it cost them about the same. Then we went into Barrie 
  to have our passport photos taken and pick up the application forms.
  
  The next morning, I heard back from Thames TV and they agreed to my airline 
  proposal. Then I came to realize the offer was legit. Later that same day, I 
  had to drive all over Hell and back to get our passport request in the proper 
  hands. Getting a valid passport in Canada usually takes at least a week, let 
  alone 48 hours. It's not who you know, it's who you... Then Cathy had to see 
  about getting someone to cover her class in her absence and also we had to arrange 
  for someone to move into our new house to stay with our three Jack Russells, 
  one Australian Shepherd and our noble kitty cat. Cathy's parents were, luckily 
  for us, up to the task.
  
  After a great deal of scrambling, we flew out of Toronto Airport at 8:30 Thursday 
  evening, to arrive at Heathrow at 8:30 Friday morning. We were met at the Airport 
  by a driver who was very curious as to who I was and what I did for a living. 
  Soon we realized that everyone was trying to figure out who was the featured 
  party on that week's show! We arrived at Teddington Studios in time to be shown 
  to our secret dressing room. Turns out it was Des O'Connor's. (A privilege 
  indeed! - Mary)
  
  We had an hour or so to freshen up and then we were taken down to the studio 
  to begin rehearsal at 11:30am.
  
  Backstage I ran into my old friends Mike Ahern and Mark Sloane. It seems they 
  too had been asked to be on the show. Then I ran into another old friend, Ed 
  Stewart. He had a little trouble putting a name to the face. I can't understand 
  why, I haven't changed at all in 33 years and we had only met a couple of times 
  in London, and when the tender pulled alongside Big L on our way out to Caroline! 
  Everyone else was a complete stranger but there was a great feeling of levity 
  in the air. We did a mock run-through (of course sans DLT) and I think they 
  were beginning to have second thoughts about my validity as a guest when I corrected 
  Michael Aspel on my introduction and then had very little to say to wrap up 
  the show in rehearsal. Everyone else was scripted, but I was expected to ad 
  lib something profound. I did manage to rise to the occasion when it mattered 
  most. Showtime!
  
  Dave had been surprised on the air at work that morning, and was genuinely unaware 
  of the goings-on. I think, because everything is done last minute, they have 
  a better chance of catching their victims off-guard. It was great to see DLT 
  again and I hope they keep their promise to send me a North American compatible 
  VHS copy now that the show has been on the air. Cathy and I managed to spend 
  a day or two at Dave and Marianne's beautiful new home before we had to leave 
  to play catch-up with all my relatives. So many people, so little time. We did 
  manage to visit most of them and we even managed to squeeze in dinner with Johnnie 
  Walker. A Friday afternoon reunion at the Red Lion off Curzon Street was not 
  very well attended, but one can expect no more on such short notice. It would 
  have been great to see Tommy Vance, Tatty Tom Edwards, Roger "Twiggy" Day, Mike 
  Ahern, DLT, Johnnie Walker, etc, together again. Oh well, maybe next time.
  
  This epistle is probably more information than you cared to know, but you did 
  say you wanted to hear all the grisly details!
  
  Thanx for your interest.
  
  Your friend,
  
  KEEFERS
  
  For listeners who missed 'This Is Your Life', pictures 
  are included in Keefers Konfesses, 
  the story of Keefers' own showbiz career.
 Keefers has 
  clearly retained undiminished skills in ad-libbing. His message to Dave from 
  'behind the door' was:
  
  "'Ere, Dave... How about some finger-snappin', toe-tappin', KNEE-knockin', thigh-slappin', 
  knuckle-crackin', finger-poppin', leg-pullin', wrist-twistin', tongue-tiein', 
  foot-stompin' rock 'n' roll music, huh?"
  
  Amazingly, when he came through the door, he STILL had 
  sufficient breath to tell Dave:
  
  "Who'd have thought, thirty years ago, that instead of being institutionalised, 
  you'd BE an institution!"
  
  Keefers, we really appreciate having such a great 'insider' 
  report. It appears the concept of jetlag is unknown to Thames TV! Well, having 
  gone to so much trouble to get that passport, you can't waste it. There's no 
  excuse for you not coming back to see us soon!