London Palladium

Review of Judy in Concert, London Palladium 08/28/1960
By Dan Slater

With a lump in my throat I say you were great, Judy Garland.
 
From the Palladium stage last night you said you "had come home, England's my home now," For the women you made cry and the men you made hoarse allow me to say warmly: "Welcome and please stay."
 
You know they loved you. There was no mistaking the twenty minutes when everyone simply stood up and clapped.
 
Show business paid homage. George Sanders said you made him cry.

Shirley Bassey was brimming with praise. Janet Scolt, Frankie Vaughan, Russ Conway, Adam Faith, Ann Rogers, Terence Ratigan. . . Bobby Nell, the boxer, said you were a knock-out.
 
You've been ill, Miss Show Business. A year ago you nearly died. Please don't ever do it.
 
Many of us, although you made us go goose-Arsh or glow, were worried about you. Thirty-one numbers is no mean feat. 
 
And you spent eight hours on the stage yesterday, including five at rehearsal.
 
You know we couldn't have enough. From the first bars of "I Happen To Like This Town" through "Almost Like Being In Love," "San Francisco," "Swanee," "When You're Smiling" and to "After You've Gone" we were with you.
 
But as I stood with your husband, Sid Luft, in the wings, when you were pausing well over your time, his palms were wet with worry.
 
It was typical of you to ask your friend Dirk Bogarde to join you on stage.
 
You told me merrily the bouquette in your dressing-room after the show that it was the greatest welcome you'd ever had.
 
Believe me, they meant it.