A brief word from the editor I’m delighted to announce that Edward is putting the final finishing touches to his eagerly awaited volume of essays, and that the completed manuscript will be with the publishers this week. Slim Chances and Unscheduled Appearances will be officially launched in early spring. A National Theatre Platform is being planned
For years after I had played Vershinin in Three Sisters, one of his speeches would come back to me like a snatch of an old tune and I would speak it aloud wherever I happened to be: I often think: what if we could, consciously, begin our lives anew. If only a life that had
The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests … Bean (our dog) gave the seal of approval to our new Afghan carpet – yes Afghan, and from the province of Kunduz. Not a mile away from Kilburn’s Tricycle Theatre, where I saw the twelve plays about Afghanistan I’ve spoken of so
In response to your charming comments about Bean, I open with a picture of her relaxing between diplomatic missions: ************ I can see the Pope chain-smoking now. Are you old enough to remember? I am, though I never actually saw the play, way back in 1968. It was called Hadrian VII and had been adapted
Ambassador Bean Through Bean, our family terrier, I have informally met one of the district’s more colourful and intriguing characters, somebody I have passed in the street many times over the years I have lived here and whom I have wondered about in vain. He’s betrayed never a flicker when I’ve looked into his eyes.
Last Sunday I attended the Midsomer Murders farewell garden party for John Nettles near Great Missenden. It was like a bumper edition of the show – lots of smart and pretty straw hats, though no suspicious looks. John gave a short speech in which he acknowledged his OBE, but said it stood for ‘Other Buggers’