The Poole Family

Those who were around in the early 1970’s may remember a Sunday evening religious programme presented by a white haired old chap called Jess Yates, or “The Bishop” as he was known in showbiz circles. The Bishop played the organ and “sang your favourite hymns” in a condescending voice that left you in no doubt that he was probably only one step behind Jesus on the stairway to heaven pecking order, that is until he was revealed in a sunday newspaper as a philandering adulterer – his other and later claim to fame was that he was Paula Yates’ (dead wife of Bob Geldof) father and in a hilarious twist of fate was revealed after his death as not the father of Paula Yates at all as his wife had also been a philandering adulterer and had been shagging Hughie Green for some considerable time before Paula was born – you can only imagine the elation that the bleached blond Ms Yates must have felt when, arriving at her father’s funeral she was told “He wasn’t your father” only to be followed by immediate despondancy by the second part of the sentence, “Hughie Green was”.


The Poole family were a sugar-sweet, sickly, vomit inducing, hymn singing self righteous family from Leeds who appeared on Jess Yates’ religious programme – everyone hated them, even more than everyone hated Jess Yates and the one they hated the most was the small bespectacled kid stood at the front who sang “Jesus wants me for a sunbeam” every week – Glynn Poole.

So we walked in the Westbourne this Friday night to find the place completely empty of patrons and a poster of The Poole Family on the wall…”Fook me” we all cried in unison, “who put that poster of the fookin Poole Family on the wall ?”…

…and then in a classic double take we all looked towards the bar, and then back to the poster, and then back to the bar again…

“Fook me” we all cried in unison again, “its the fooking Poole Family – behind the fookin bar”

And there they all stood, in formation, just like on the poster, a few years older than on the poster, but it was The Poole Family none the less, and there in the middle was the despised Glynn Poole.

“Hello lads” Father Poole greeted us “…and welcome to our public house, we’re the new landlords”

“Fook me” we all cried in unison, again.

“Oh by the way lads there’s no more bad language in our pub” Father Poole warned, “we run a Christian house”

“What about the strippers ?” we all cried in unison

“Absolutely not” replied Father Poole

“Fook me” we all cried in unison, again

“You’re all barred” Father Poole said.

By the look of the place he had barred all of the clientele that should by now be crowding out the place, so we left, and as we left another group of regulars arrived in expectation of a Friday night full of strippers and burnt pubes, as the door closed behind us we heard them all cry out in unison…

“Fook me, who put that fookin poster of the fookin Poole Family on the wall ?”

8 thoughts on “The Poole Family

  1. There seems to be a misunderstanding here. G.Hamilton describes the article as “Horrid”. A description justified by her “Love” of Glenn/Glynn Poole. She may or may not have ever met him, that’s by the by. My issue is that you cannot state that something is categorically “horrid” just because you find it so. For instance, I find Daniel O’Donnell and Sir Cliff vomit inducing and actually rather distasteful. Their cult following and bulging bank accounts suggests I may be in a minority in believing so. Or at least enough people like said singers to prevent me from categorising them as “Goldfish”.
    My point is that if the author found that family cloying and insipid, describing his article as “horrid” merely conjures up an image of G.Hamilton as precisely the kind of person who would “Love” the Pooles. Which actually reinforces the point n’est pas?

  2. Thank you for that, the 1980s music scene sort of washed over the top of me and while I’m sure your recording was of its time, it, well, erm, its of its time now isn’t it ?

    I remind a lot of people that Blogs by their very essence should not re-write history but if you’re going to be biographical then tell it like you felt it so while I’m sure they were well meaning people, to us, in the full flame of our youthfulness, at that time, spoiled a pub that we enjoyed visiting now and again. I don’t knwo whether they made a success of it and if they did then they were vindicated in throwing out the strippers and dodgy DJ’s and scruffy louts who frequented the place 🙂

  3. Not sure how well they did with that particular pub; afterwards the parents ran the holiday camp club at Thornwick Bay, Flamborough Head, where we were the regular ‘turn’. Didn’t pay much but you got ‘more pussy than Frank Sinatra’. Ahem.

  4. As a daughter of one of your so-called righteous Poole family singers and grand-daughter of “Father Poole” (that statement alone makes me howl!) and I can confirm they are all doing very well. The Westbourne pub was packed on a regular basis and maybe that’s due to their friendliness, sense of humour and general good interaction with people, not (thank god!) their need to show strippers and all those other grotesque things that seemed to be popular at that time.
    Anyhow, we’re still a very close family who enjoy music and singing and many of us have gone on to have performing careers thanks to their love, support and guidance.
    But thank you for your feedback, anything constructive is always welcome!
    And, for the record, it’s Glyn not Glynn!

  5. You tell ’em kidder! I have fond memories of your mum and dad and playing live at Thornick Bay when your grandparents were running it – we were always treated very well without a hint of ‘Kumbaya’…….though I did see the family singing it at Carleton Parish Hall when I were a bairn.

  6. I fully empathize with Jessica’s comments and we must try to be sensitive to the feelings of other people, whatever we believe. I’d rather live in a society with standards than have none at all. It’s an interesting fact that The Sound of Music – based on the Trapp Family Singers – outsold everything else in the 1960’s! I like The Beatles and Stones, but I also like The Seekers and Easy Listening. The children’s vocal refrain at the end of ‘I Wish It Could be Christmas Everyday’ – Roy Wood’s classic combination of rock, pop and acapella – is harmony with timeless appeal.

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