I was Adam, Orlando’s old servant and mentor; he’s seventy-nine. It took me an hour to make myself look like this (I was twenty-one). As curtain-up approached, and Paul Rogers still didn’t show, I was told to undo all of…
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In Part One of my book Are You going to do That Little Jump? I describe a hairy moment at the end of my second season at the Old Vic. I received this letter – out of the blue –…
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I first met Howard Goorney when we were both working with Joan Littlewood’s Theatre Workshop in Stratford, east London. In Part One of Are You Going to do That Little Jump? I describe the weekly Soviet style meetings presided over…
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