Acting is all about honesty, if you can fake that you can fake anything.
For twelve years I didn’t know what an evening was. Well not in the way that most people have evenings. The ridiculous life of an actor meant that evenings were all about entertaining others, if you’re lucky enough you find a tribe to work with. At school I was guided by Mr.Rangely who grabbed my … Read more
Vesta Tilly, the famous male impersonator and heroine of Queer chanteuse, and Clara Butt a wobbly contralto, lived in St. Aubyn Mansions in Hove actually. Both music hall artists there are two blue plaques declaring their residency. If you walk a few paces towards the pier you will arrive at Marroccos, a wonderful Italian establishment … Read more
How times have changed. In Hansons, a tea shop cum sweet shop, in Boreham Wood high street, Sundays was a trip to the back room for an ice-cream soda. Delicius home made ice-cream; the Sunday papers waiting to be read, the smell of vanilla and the innocent soundtrack of 60’s conversation. Should teenagers wear winkle … Read more
The hospital has a new directive. No longer are the nurses able to give you a little prick. It now has to be a short sharp scratch. No longer can you snigger over a cannula. Whether its a scratch or a prick it still hurts. Looks like a cartographer has been tattooing a map of … Read more