Probably My Favourite Conversation Between Jayne And Chris In Their 1983 Biography
JAYNE: After we’d all been to Mrs Jones’ for dinner the night before, including our parents, we had to be up early the next morning. Can you imagine the state he’s in, with his obsession for punctuality? We had to be there by eleven, so we had to leave at eight! And we sat along tge Mall for hours.
CHRIS: We did not. We were there for about half an hour with the rest of the cars that were there before us. Jayne would have gone there in rush hour and arrived two hours late.
JAYNE: And listen to this. I dropped the hat! We were just getting in the car and away it went.
CHRIS: If Jayne’s wearing clean clothes and she’s got to do anything like that she’s sure to get it dirty. She’s such a baby.
JAYNE: It had got little splashes on it. His mum had some talcum powder and we were putting talc on the hat to make it dry. My heart dropped. I’d spent a bomb on the outfit and now this. I wouldn’t dare tell Chris how much it cost, otherwise he’d murder me.
CHRIS: I wouldn’t mind so much if only you looked after things.
JAYNE: But here’s the best part. Just before we left he said he hadn’t got his ticket, he left it in Nottingham.
CHRIS: I knew she’d tell you that.
JAYNE: He said we needn’t worry, because they’d know what we looked like. We wouldn’t need it. Well, when we got to the gate the first thing the policeman said was: ‘Have you got your invitations?’ Chris said: 'Eh, well, we’ve got two here and there’s two there’ and was trying to wiggle round it. I said straight out: 'He’s forgotten his’. I mean, if you try telling fibs they never. Pointless him saying all those stupid things.
CHRIS: I’d thought it was just a card telling you the time and everything.
JAYNE: We had to park in a certain place. A dog came and went in the boot and when he re-emerged without a smoking bomb in his mouth, we were allowed in. There was a man in funny, an usher i suppose, and there were some gawkers.
CHRIS: Ghurkas, i think you mean.
JAYNE: Then there were these men on the stairs, who looked like statues wearing a sort of armour, on gaurd.
CHRIS. Was that what they were for?
JAYNE: Well, i shouldn’t imagine they’ll stand there all day if nothing’s happening, nobody coming. Would you? We did all this thing and i thought we’d get a cup of coffee or something. But we didn’t get anything.
CHRIS: Not a damned thing.
JAYNE: And we’d spent all that money! At least i had.
CHRIS: And you didn’t need half of it anyway. You leave your hat and gloves in the cloakroom. We were led into a huge hall, roped off for CBEs, OBEs, MBEs, etc. There was another room for knights.
JAYNE: They didn’t get coffee, either.
CHRIS: I think she expected a woman to come round with a trolley, like they do in work canteens. We were the youngest there and a few people recognised us, army chaps i think. We were given a little demo on how to walk. All the others were going up individually, but we were to go up together, so we had to rehearse. The worst of it was..
JAYNE: …they never told us where the bathroom was! I bet everyone would have gone if only they’d known where it was.
CHRIS: Maybe that’s why everybody sat cross-legged. We were then led from this room into another section and you just have to follow the red carpet. The Queen is in the middle bit. All the audience is there and they’ve got one of the bands playing quietly in the background. They’re all sitting there waiting for us to arrive. They get the whole show. And you see only the bit that you are in, unless you’re at the beginning, in which case you can go back and watch the rest. You walk up and bow, or curtsey, and call the Queen Ma'am.
JAYNE: We’d been announced as Miss Jayne Torvill and Mr Christopher Dean, but nobody clapped or anything. The Queen said she was glad the title had come back to Britain after twelve years. She seemed to know all about it. She asked how long we planned to carry on and seemed pleased to know that we’d go on to the next Olympics. You’ve already got a pin on you and she just hooks the medal on to it.
CHRIS: You walk out and they give you a book with all the other bits. It was marvellous for the first ten minutes, but then it got boring. And you’ve been there for two hours without even a cup of coffee. We plucked up courage and asked where the loo was.
JAYNE: We’ve made a bit of a joke about it here, but it was quite a thrill. I’d go again tomorrow if they asked me. Afterwards we had a meal in the hotel, drove back to Nottingham and were on the rink by eleven o'clock that same night. The British was drawing near and we’d already given up one night. Missing another would have been unthinkable.
~Jayne and Chris’ conversation on receiving their MBEs in thier biography by John Hennessey