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All Night Long, All Night Long

March 26, 2026·27 min·2 clips

Bill Nighy reveals how his daughter's 18th birthday forced him to rediscover his love for dancing after years of fear.

It starts with a mission statement. The host greets whichever part of the planet is still awake, then offers a creative waste of time and a break from everything else. The promise feels almost proud. Inconsequence, in his hands, sounds less like failure and more like a public service. Age is the first suspect credential. Being older, he suggests, can fool people into thinking you know what is happening or what anybody should do about it. Then parking wanders in, as it must. The wisdom of age gives way to the admission that he does not drive, has no car, and has no laptop. A journalist calls that austere. He is not quite having it, so the answer turns into a gentle, baffled defense of things he never owned. Andrew's bath problem arrives next. The advice circles privacy, friendship, and bathing arrangements with the careful horror of someone refusing to look directly at the issue. Then Carol calls from Michigan. Her first-record question opens the memory cabinet, and the host quickly makes space for his elder sister Anna. She sounds terrifying in the best way and dearly loved. Anyone wishing him harm would have had to get past her first, which he presents as a hopeless plan. The first record is not glamorous. He remembers buying Teddy Bears Picnic on a 78, then being corrected because 45s had already made him old news. The embarrassment still gleams. From there he gets to Billy Fury, Summertime, and Georgie Fame and the Blue Flames live at the Flamingo. By the end, he has kept the bargain: thanks, more questions please, teenage band names, signature-song lyrics, and one last instruction to stay loose.

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