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Edinburgh Miltary Tattoo 2010 -

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(generated from captions) (Vivacious drumming) (Applause) (Horns sound) (Drummers beat tattoo) but only in a slightly lower key, They say that diamonds are forever so is the Edinburgh Tattoo. now Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo. This is the diamond jubilee of the (Stirring music) over the capital The fireworks light up the night sky and the drawbridge waits expectantly of extraordinary spectacle for the arrival of the 12 bands the mass pipes and drums. who together comprise has come and gone 100 years of army piping tuition and grow even more appealing and yet the tunes remain over over the esplanade. as the Green Hills of Tyrol ring out a Scottish soldier. There was was soldier, (Bagpipes skirl) as we recognise The Battle's O'er. There will be a lump in many a throat the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards, Playing for you tonight, the Queen's Royal Hussars, the Royal Dragoons Guards, the Highland Gunners the 1st Royal Tank Regiment, from the Royal Artillery, and the Lowland Gunners the Royal Regiment from Scotland the Black Watch, 3rd Battalion, and Highland Drumming. and the Army School of Bagpipe Music the South Australia Police, And from overseas, the South African Irish, and the Swiss Highlanders. The Citadel from the United States

Chi Mi Na Morbheanna - The haunting Gaelic air, The Mist Covered Mountains Of Home. The Bluebells Of Scotland.

The Rose Of Allendale, A rose by any other name, and closing the opening celebration Andy's Lullaby. will be the calypso-tinged

(Rousing applause)

Pipe and drums, centre, quick march! in the British Army, Brian Alexander. The senior drum major signals the march, The Royal Regiment of Scotland and why ever not? We'll Take The Good Old Highland Way the Cross of St Andrew, the Saltire. The formation, of the Nut Brown Maiden, And the strains Horo Mo Nighean Donn Boidheach. Followed by The Devil In The Kitchen. of Flower of Scotland, The familiar notes and words you can certainly hear the crowd. (Crowd sings along) now offer you The massed Pipes and Drums of Banjo Breakdown a traditional helping first in jig time. And now it's a hornpipe.

(Applause) Three centre. Quick march! congregation of pipers and drummers And finally this enormous for this occasion take their leave with a new tune from Captain Steven Small, and Highland Drumming, Director of Army Bagpipe Music The Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo, A' Thegither seems appropriate. followed by Happy We've Been

The massed pipes and drums. And from the Highlands of Scotland, to the Highlands of Poland it's not a difficult cultural journey band of the border guard. from whence come the literally translates as They come from Pohdale which 'below the mountain glen'. and eagle feathers Dark green capes, round hats and deep ravines, which speak of mountain passes traditional instruments, so little surprise to see the trombita, very like the alp horn. are called zbyrcoki - And the shepherds' bells very pastoral and rather sweet. Dr Stranislav Straczek. The conductor is Lieutenant Colonel (Applause) the outline of the Polish nation. The border guard provide under the Polish big top It's as if we are with The Entry of the Gladiators. (Applause) (Blithe tune) (All clap) Vaclav Vaclavicz is the referee. Oh yes, one more and he will be off! It's nifty footwork alright Polish style. and it's Highland dancing - (Men sing) (Applause) axe called a 'ciupaga'. The drum major wields a mountaineer's (Mournful horns) is King Abdullah II of Jordan. And our guest of honour tonight on the block per chance. Now some new kids 38 strong, Indeed, these are The Imps, four decades in the making and this their 40th Anniversary. But down through the years have come through the ranks more than 2,000 young people and performed all round the world. young things in flying machines. So, here they are these bright Well, red tunics, aged 5 to 16 of 4- and 2-stroke motorbikes riding a variety of cross-over manoeuvres... in all manner (Crackers explode) precision and panache ..delivered with great and necessary of humour. and served with a delightful dash And it all began in the '70s a London charity when Roy Pratt founded for underprivileged young people. to provide holidays in the country of these said young folk It just so happened that certain old motorbike stumbled upon a dysfunctional are before you now. and the accumulated consequences is not without misadventure, Incidentally, an Imps performance go with the territory. broken bones sometimes

of 217,000 people here in Edinburgh They're watched by a live audience more than 100 million. and on television by holiday project. Not bad for a Hackney adventure specially trained young people, These are highly skilled and old viewers the advice is so for young and indeed in your own backyard. do not attempt to copy them (Motor revs) (Applause) Master Joseph Dennis. Final salute from five-year-old and the Carolinas are well founded The links between Scotland and well documented. to the Tattoo, So, on their return visit of The Citadel, the Regimental Band and Pipes of South Carolina, the Military College founded in 1842 in Charlestown, Scottish pipe tunes, will open with one of the great from one citadel to another. the 79th Farewell to Gibraltar - which are the college colours. encompassing the blue and white, And rather handsome they are too. (Applause) This is Silverado. (Epic horns)

the National Emblem March. And The Citadel will now play

the hugely popular Hey Baby, Well now, this is would you believe, written by Bruce Chanel 50 years ago, and widely covered and performed but never before witnessed on the castle esplanade.

ALL SING: ? Hey ? Hey, baby ? I wanna go ? If you'll be my girl. ? An echo of top secret, a mere drum beat away from that memorable Swiss outfit. Well, I think we all know that one. (Lively jazz-style march) It's a John Philip Sousa march that takes them out this evening, The Thunderer. As The Citadel departs the castle, the Stars and Stripes remain. High in the Himalayas the traditional task of greeting the dawn is part of the fabric of life and the cycle of the day and the night, a cycle which means that although dawn may be some way off here in the Athens of the north, it will be getting light somewhere else in the world. (Lyrical flute)

The musician is Staff Sergeant Indra Bahadur Gurung. Down through the years and throughout the world, the exploits of the Warriors of Nepal, as part of the British Army, have evoked huge admiration and deep affection. So, the band of the Brigade of Gurkhas are assured of this great welcome as they demonstrate the controlled art of marching, in the piece they call Accelerando in which they take as their role model Zorba The Greek and raise the stakes to the high altitude to of their homeland. From a dignified slow march to 140 paces per minute. Power walking as you have never seen it before. (Music picks up pace) (Crowd claps in time)

(Rockets boom, applause) Marvellous. And the Band of the Brigade of Gurkhas will depart to the tune Yo Nepali. (Spirited march)

Time now to trip the light fantastic. And another auspicious anniversary, 60 years of Highland dancing at the Tattoo. But first the simple age-old tradition of the Highland Fling as properly expressed by two soldiers and a piper, dancing as their fathers and grandfathers did before them. Nothing much has changed and nothing much need to. And this is the 10th anniversary of the New Zealand Highland Dancers who are, happily, with us tonight. And so the Edinburgh Tattoo Kinloch Anderson Highland Dancers join up with their New Zealand compatriots to dance strathspeys and reels. The scene is set for the dance of the military broadsword. By the way, unless you try it you will have little idea of the physical exertion involved. Real men do the sword dance. And a special word for Billy Forsyth, director of the Tattoo's Highland dancers and responsible for much of the chutzpah so evident in these performances.

Spring in the step and just a spot of perspiration. 'Match me such a marvel save in eastern clime a rose-red city, half as old as time.' The sound of the Rababah and the celebration of the ancient city of Petra in verse introduces the return visit of the Royal Jordanian Armed Forces, first here in 1963.

There are 77 musicians marching this evening. And not all are marching, of course. The Mounted Honour Guard, eight of them, carrying state and military flags, and the horses are from the British Army's Royal Horse Artillery. The pipe band was formed as far back as 1929. The Jordanians are known as the people of the red keffiyeh, the red and white headdress which you see here tonight. The Circassian Honour Guard have, since 1921, protected the King. And the Circassians originally came from the Caucasus Mountains. And the silent routine of the drill team is well worthy of some consideration. Many hours of concentrated rehearsal went into this. (Applause) Uh-oh, they're not going to fire them, are they? (Rifles fire) They did! (Men sing) And so, the Jordanians leave the esplanade to their army song which translates as 'Long live the Lion's Cub', who is in fact the King, Abdullah II, guest of honour this evening. Time now for a horse of a different sort. This is the high horse display team, pride and joy of the army's Physical Training Corps, who celebrate their 150th anniversary this year. These fellows have chosen their music well for a display at the horse because, of course, this is the Ride of the Valkyries, played by the composite bands of the Grenadier and Coldstream Guards, under Major Kevin Roberts. (Applause) It was in 1860 that the War Office decided PE was the thing and they appointed 12 NCOs to carry their grand design forward. The 12 disciples became known as the 12 apostles and by 1955 their work was done and the British Army had a specialist corps. And as you can see the lofty ambitions and aspirations of a bygone Victorian age had come to pass. For all students of English grammar there now follows a fine example of alliteration - speed, strength, skill, stamina and suppleness - beat that. Just thought of another three S's - sprains, strains and sciatica. And one other thing, eight of these instructors have completed six-month operational tours in Afghanistan in the last year. The 12 apostles are to be congratulated and by the way, don't try this at home. Bringing up the rear, Sergeant Instructor Steve Chappell. You can't keep a good man down. And so to the Land of the Long White Cloud. As we look to the Southern Hemisphere and the sounds and skills of the New Zealand Army band noted worldwide as a marching band of the highest order, but with a slightly maverick streak which leads to unexpected delights. Let us see and enjoy. Well, Colonel Bogey is always a delight and you will note the brisk excellence of the marching. Here's a bit stepping out for you - Swan Lake. (Laughter) And so to the Highland Fling The flight of the Kiwi. Another old familiar, the St Louis Blues. All tastes and styles are catered for.

The shape of the big canoe, the waka, leads to music from the homeland a Maori song of parting. (Men sing) 'My love will never be dried by the sun, it will be forever moistened by my tears'. And just in case you think that's a little romantic for these tough guys, batten down the hatches. (Men chant) The haka, the trembling shimmer. But now something beyond a shimmer, it's the Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B. (Spirited jive) By the way, the drum Major is Phillip Johnston, an amazing tuba playing winning awards wherever he goes. Back we go to 1979 and Boogie Wonderland. Here we go! Dance! MEN: Bravo! ? Boogie wonderland ? Dance, dance, dance! ? Boogie wonderland. ? With the rhythm. Here we go! He said... Everybody clap. Here we go! ? All the love in the world can't be wrong ALL: Bravo! ? All the need to be loved ? Can be strong. ? ALL: Bravo! ? All the records are playing ? And my heart keeps saying ? Boogie wonderland, yeah ? Wonderland ? Dance! ? Boogie wonderland ? Ah, ah, dance! ? Boogie wonderland. ? (Applause) The soloist is Sergeant David Fiu who is now taking us By Yon Bonnie Banks. ? Oh! Ye'll take the high road ? And I'll take the low road ? And I'll be in Scotland afore ye ? For and my true love will never meet again ? On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. ? The New Zealand Army Band. (Applause) A call to arms. Remember we're Soldiers of the Queen, my boys, Soldiers of the Queen. (Stately march) The combined bands of the Grenadier and Coldstream guards - 550 years between them. The former celebrating its 325th anniversary, the latter a stripling of 225. Drum Major Scott Fitzgerald in state dress and the bands observe the message of the mace. (Applause) You'll be familiar with this tune, based on the Londonderry Air and made famous by the band Westlife. There is an Irish-Celtic theme running through - You Raise Me Up. Also on the esplanade, a patrol from the Coldstream Guards' Corps of Drums in desert combats, freshly returned from Afghanistan. (Moving rendition) These young men are serving soldiers as well as musicians. (Applause) And the combined bands of the Coldstream and Grenadier guards are now in light entertainment mode. ? Hell is gone and heaven's here ? There's nothing left for you to fear ? Shake your arse come over here ? Now scream ? I'm a burning effigy ? Of everything I used to be ? You're my rock of empathy, my dear

? So come on let me entertain you ? Life's too short for you to die ? So grab yourself an alibi ? Heaven knows your mother lied mon cher ? Separate your right from wrongs ? Come and sing a different song ? The kettle's on so don't be long mon cher ? So come on let me entertain you. ? Let me see you clapping. Come on! ? So come on let me entertain you ? He may be good he may be outta sight ? But he can't be here so come around tonight ? Here is the place where the feeling grows ? You gotta get high before you taste the lows

? So come on let me entertain you ? Come on come on come on come on

? Come on come on come on come. ? Let me see you clap! ? Come on come on come on come on

Ladies and gentlemen, Neil Penney! Come on, hands in the air. Here we go! ? ..Tain you ? Let me entertain you. ? (Applause) Lance Corporal John Marsh and Lance Sergeant Neil Penney. But far off in the west, it's the far Cuillin that's putting love on me, as we strike out on The Road To the Isles with its irresistible allure. (Blithe march) With the massed military bands now formed, Drum Major Scott Fitzgerald hands over to Lieutenant Colonel Graham Jones MBE, the Tattoo's senior director of music. And there are 100 pipers and all and all. And there's more. And still more. So, now the massed bands will play Here's To The Heroes as a tribute to the troops in Iraq and Afghanistan. And the soloist is from the Royal Scottish Academy in Glasgow. He's Jakob Holtze. ? Here's to the heroes ? Those few who dare ? Heading for glory ? Living a prayer ? Here's to the heroes ? Who change our lives ? Thanks to the heroes ? Freedom survives ? Here's to the heroes ? Who change our lives ? Thanks to the heroes ? Freedom survives ? Thanks to the heroes ? Freedom survives. ?

(Applause) Freedom survives indeed. King Abdullah II takes the salute. And now its time for the Tattoo's curtain call to the tune, The Old Rustic Bridge. The Highland Dancers, the marvellous Imps,

the Army Physical Training Corps, the Jordanian Drill Team and to mark the 150th anniversary of the cadet movement, the Sea Cadet Corps, the Royal Marine Cadets, the Army Cadet Force, the combined cadet force and the Air Training Corps. (Shouts instructions) The guard of honour belongs to the 3rd Battalion, The Rifles just returned from a long deployment in the Helmand province of Afghanistan. OFFICER: General salute! Present arms! The national anthem. ? God save our gracious queen! ? Long live our noble queen! ? God save the Queen! ? Send her victorious ? Happy and glorious ? Long to reign over us ? God save the queen! OFFICER: Shoulder arms! To the enduring legacy of Robert Burns whose sentiments knew no frontiers or boundaries, and by way of illustration, Bjartmar Sigurdsson now sings Auld Lang Syne. ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot ? And never brought to mind? ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot ? And auld lang syne! ? For auld lang syne my dear ? For auld lang syne ? We'll take a cup of kindness yet ? For auld lang syne. ? (Applause) The Evening Hymn dates from the times of Imperial Russia as an important tradition and tonight we hear I Vow To Thee My Country, the music of Gustav Holst from the Planet Suite Jupiter, followed by Sunset, played by Lance Corporal Rob Parry of the Coldstream Guards. And in the soft smirr of an Edinburgh rain, high in the castle ramparts,

Major Gavin Stoddart is the lone piper. 60 years ago, these pipes were played by his father George, the Tattoo's first ever lone piper, as he played this same tune, Sleep Dearie Sleep. (Applause) It never fails to arouse emotion and to kindle memories. So, we near the conclusion of another Edinburgh Tattoo. A Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo supported by The Royal Bank of Scotland. Time to bid farewell to our splendid cast, who've come from all parts of the globe. We're No Awa Tae Bide Awa. Sounds just right. Haste Ye Back. And as the massed pipes and drums take their leave, one recalls with some nostalgia Tom Fleming's sentiments at the conclusion of an Edinburgh Military Tattoo - 'Who would not follow these pipe bands cheerfully down the cobbles of the Royal Mile and back to barracks on hearing them play The Black Bear?' We will miss the same authority, knowledge, reassurance, friendliness and wonderful cadence of a remarkable voice. We remember him this night in the Scottish capital with great warm affection.

This is Iain Anderson wishing you a safe return to barracks. This is my country, the land that begat me. These windy spaces are surely my own, and those who toil here in the sweat of their faces, are flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone. Closed Captions by CSI

* (Music from Swan Lake plays) (Dog barks)

(Switches off music) (Speaks Spanish) (Sighs) (Bell rings) Have you spoken to Tito? On the telephone. He knew you were coming straight from the airport. Madam kept a seat back for him. How did he sound to you? Fit as a fiddle, as usual. Mummy, you know the authorities would have shot him if they'd caught him in Panama. It's a rum do all round if you ask me. Jail! Oh, I don't know - they were even saying his nibs used you as a decoy to get away when he knew the whole coup was a damp squib. Oh, the press will say anything! It's a wonderful story for them, isn't it? Oh, I don't know. Guns! Boats! Madam was ready to make an announcement, you know. Look - Lynne has already got the costume on. Mummy, you know how I hate letting people down and I had a lovely sleep on the plane. The show must go on. And on and bloody on. (Music from Swan Lake plays) Tito! Oh, it's been torture! No news for six days and then, when they said you were safe... Oh. Next time, definitely more guns. Oh, goodness. I'm not sure I like the idea of a next time. Really? We always knew there was a risk the Guardia would be tipped off. Margot... (Groans) This is my life, you know that. And it is infinitely more exciting than tripping around on your toes with nancy boys. Admit it. Oh, God. I must pack for the tour. Tell me about it. The land in Panama. It's on the coast. When we build the house you'll be able to walk to the cove from the bottom of the garden. Green everywhere. We'll breed cattle, Argentinean stock. A simple building, no stairs. Cool inside, from the heat. Tiled floors. No more class. No class. No performance. Just the two of us. One day, my love. I must telephone Harmodio. Nunez could be the weak link, now I think about it. There has been a coup of sorts. Tito! Was it Moreno? Did...did he manage to get through to the Colombians? At Covent Garden. Nobody told you? Madam, Mummy and I were wonder... Cadburys are keen on doing these for Christmas. What do you think? Are they? Well, I don't know... How's the dreaded foot, by the way? Going to survive Australia? Of course! But Mummy and I... Margot and I were wondering about her becoming... Yes, what is it, dear? Well...it was in the press. Dame Margot Fonteyn has become a guest artist with the Royal Ballet. It was in The Times. Yes, lovely. Perhaps...it would have been nice to have been consulted. After all she's done for the company. You were off in Panama, darling. Shenanigans! The board and I just thought it was fairer all round. To the audiences, you see! They can't expect to see you as a regular prima, can they? Not with you dotting around the world gracing so many other companies with your presence. Quite right too. Flies the flag for the Royal Ballet, after all. I see. Splendid. Oh, Lord, yes, I see exactly what you mean. Can't you get rid of this? Make it a bit less Ali Baba. Oh! That's so much nicer than the toffees. Look. They gave you that awful squint. I have to get to the airport. Prima ballerina to guest artist? What am I honestly supposed to think? I think you're supposed to thank us for the promotion. Darling, you are the bedrock of the company - you know that. Oh, little Peggy Hookham's pats of butter. (Chuckles) Oh, God, this takes me back to the old days. Coppelia in Wigan. (Laughs) Mind you, the weather's better. Have you seen the digs yet? No, not yet. Morning all. Morning. Anyway, it frees you up, doesn't it? Hmm? To pursue Dr Arias round the globe, being the lady ambassador. Oh, God, Margot, that's what you famously want, isn't it? Well, yes, of course! But...the timing has to be right, you know that. I can't...I can't just leave the company in the lurch, can I? No. Of course not. You know, Margot there's a little chap who gives the most fabulous injections. Belgian. Got an office in Olympia. I'll give you the number when we get back. How sweet, Michael. Thank you. Tell me...uh...Tito... Is it really bigger than Michael's? You'll never know, thank God. Ah. I like a challenge. (Laughs) Of course, you sewed yourself up again, didn't you, before the marriage. But remember, darling, I know where all the bodies are buried. (Laughs) And their cocks. (Laughs) I even remember what you sounded like before the elocution lessons. (Nasally) Lord, make me good, but not yet. (Laughs) (Laughs) (Music from Swan Lake plays) (Applause) (Breathes heavily) 22.5. Worst yet. MADAM: So, you've decided to say farewell to Swan Lake, hey? Probably for the best, dear - it's a beast to dance. And let's face it, it's never exactly been your finest hour. Now, this wretched gala, you're absolutely top of the bill, especially now our marvellous Russian's a no-go. Ulanova? The Commies won't let her go. It's tit for tat since they lost the boy, the one who ran away in Paris. They're hanging on to our marvellous Russian in case she gets the same idea, I suppose. In fact, he's supposed to be rather marvellous too, so I thought we'd better get him instead. (Laughs) Nureyev? Yes. The Russian boy. He said he'll do it as long as he can dance with you. Well, that's rather cheeky of him, isn't it? Darling, there's no end of gossip. Everyone's in love with him. They've gone dotty for him in Paris. He has the nostrils. Sign of genius. Madam, I can't possibly. If you're worried about mutton dancing with lamb, dear, he's been partnering what's-her-name at the Kirov and she's practically my age. He probably has to steer her around the stage in a bath chair. Of course I'm not worried. It's just I can't let Gilpin down, not when it's been arranged for so long. It would be the worst possible manners. Well, if you won't be budged, perhaps you might at least show the poor boy some of your famous hospitality. JOURNALIST: Dame Margot, it seems such a glamorous life you lead. Oh, I think that's the costumes. I can assure you there's not much that's glamorous about going to class every day. And touring. Often I'm just home from months away and I have to go straight off again. One gets quite lonely. Fortunately, Tito always sends me roses wherever I'm dancing. He's very romantic. But there's no question of you retiring so you can spend more time together? Oh, I...I just seem to dance on and on and on. (Phone rings) (Reads) 'La Fille Mal Gardee marks a new high point in the career of choreographer Frederick Ashton...' The crystal as usual. 'And in Nadia Nerina he has found an enchanting new muse as Lise.' What's he playing at? Nothing! Fred has no obligation to make all his work on me. I have Ondine! Three years ago he made Ondine. Oh. This one's for the cellar. Mummy, Nadia's a wonderful dancer. She deserves to shine. Well, everyone's always wonderful to you. I told you about the article in the Express. You'd be surprised how many people in high places are eager to discredit Tito and his family, and that includes members of the press. High places? How many people must there have been in that nightclub? It was a nightclub! I go to nightclubs with members of the company. Tito meets clients in nightclubs. (Telephone rings) 'Clients'? Is that what you're calling them? Mummy, we are away from each other such an awful lot. When things are different... Telephone, madam. If wishes were horses then beggars would ride. Hello? (Russian accent) Here is Nureyev. I am one hour at airport Oh, I'm so sorry. Madam told us you wouldn't be arriving till much later. Stay there. I'll send a car for you. I am at airport. Yes. Stay. Attendez. The car will arrive 45 minutes. (Telephone disconnects) Here is Nureyev. Oh! He took a taxi, ma'am. Well, lovely to meet you. Welcome to England. What if the KGB sent him? (Laughs) Madam would have something to say about that. Oh, Mummy, thank God I stuck to my guns about the gala. (Classical music plays) (Applause) Fuck me, darling. He's better than Nijinsky. (Wild applause) (Plays piano) Oh! I forgot to mention - for the automatic rifles. They do seem to be awfully expensive. They are prohibitive, of course, but... ..they are the latest model. Our contact in Geneva has turned out even better than we had hoped. Better without the necklace anyway, I think. Madam thinks I should dance Giselle with the Russian boy Nureyev. Everyone's going crazy about him. I've never seen anything like it. But he does seem like a bit of a...loose cannon. Tito? Mmm? What do you think? Um...get on the bandwagon or get out. You don't want to be a back number, do you, darling? In any case, you can't make a revolution on the cheap. (Music from Giselle plays) Position's here. No. Here. (Sighs) Here no-one see me. Is here. Is better. Well, that is the position as taught to me by Karsavina - a Russian. So change it. Rudolf, can I point out that I have been dancing Giselle since 1938? Oh, God. Don't tell me. You weren't even born then. No. Just...it is exact year. Need to take everything out of boxes, not so tidy, or I just there to stop you falling. Is no point for me, as Nureyev. I suppose I am rather set in my ways. Please, where I to live in London? In hotel is no soul. Oh, dear. Well...we have masses of room at the embassy. Is better. We have conversation. Yes. No more boxes. Don't worry, darling. They make a lovely couple, but I can't quite see Erik as Giselle, can you? (Laughs) It will be hard if the Government condone those actions, huh? This is quite correct. Absolutely. Especially if the conflict hasn't been resolved yet. I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea about Nicaragua. (Laughs) Tito, darling... ..is it possible to hire mercenaries from across the border?