His theatrical movements were mesmerizing with a tiny, almost unnoticable grain of irony to it. Freddie had the fire of a race horse in the gates and yet he could conduct his whole appearance from a higher level like a choreographer - and I could bet he often did it with a smile.
He was a pagliacco without the tears, at least he never let anyone surmise there could be any. A juggler and a harlekin, whirling in the spotlights and having a great time.