"… and I wrote that ages and ages ago when I was living in London and used to spend the whole time flopping about in parks looking at this curious landscape. Human landscape.
"But I got this job in Holland Park because, I thought, you know really, I spent so much time in the park. Why don`t I actually get paid for being in the park. So I went along there and it was ridiculous, it was something like a 10 hours day, I went down and the guy said, "Right, here’s the brush, take the brush, you see that tree?, you see that tree? Right, you sweep from this tree to that tree and it takes you `till 10.30 or 11.00 or something like that, then you join us at break." I said "o.k.", and well actually they`d allowed 3 hours for a job which would have taken 20 minutes to do. Then after the tea break I got another similar sort of ZEN task and I just wasn`t up to it. I went completely bonkers. I just ran away. I actually ran away before even the first day was finished."
As any angry young man, Ted Milton was ‘Mr. Pugh’s Blue Show’. For 15 years this one man travesty of theatre played to the audiences of Europe from behind his obscene hands. Was this man angry?
"It was just gratuitously violent and pervert and grossly anti-authoritarian. That’s what it was all about. That was the ‘Blue Show’, which I ended up doing and that was the final show that I built and having done the circuit of pot-smoking art venues in Holland and France and Germany and Italy and I.C.A. and the Crucibal Theatre and Sheffield and the Bush. All that stuff.
"I ran out of audiences, when basically, I knew who they were and all I wanted to do was attack them to upset them. Like in the ‘Blue Show’, I was doing the Inspector Deep Throat Nosey Parker who was vomiting a whole series of objects accompanying gagging sound effects.
"He would vomit chains from eating the incarcerated prisoners and he would vomit Christmas decorations, he would vomit sausages and he would voimt wet-lock Union Jack. Now the audience which I described as being an audience well adjusted to this and that and sexual this and that but the one thing, which they couldn’t take was the sight of the wet-lock Union Jack coming up. That’s when they would all get up and run out of the theatre. And I knew that was it. That was the crack. I knew what would hurt them and I did it to them and they left! "