Always.

Camp pomposity.

That’s such a sad (and comic) story. My uncle Brian, also an actor, spent his POW years playing the female roles in camp productions of Coward and Patrick Hamilton. Unfortunately his contemporaries back in Blighty were getting masses of work at Ealing etc. and Brian never caught up with them postwar

No I don’t. Was he in that same Stalag?

It did five minutes ago. Rather different audiences, don’t you think?

Well, that was lovely.

They were really interesting.

I am only reading books I own but haven’t got round to reading. It’s a nice tidying-up
feeling. I have just finished a collection of essays by Gunter Grass arguing against the reunification of Germany - which gives you some idea how long that has been knocking about.

The house seems to be in a style that might be called Botox Post-Modernist.

The Holy Toast.

What? Dracula was cremated?

I managed to slide this into a programme I made for ITV about King Charles. 😎

The expression on the bartender’s face says it all.

‘Something for Mme Monsieur? Something for le weekend?’

I really look forward to reading that.

Elon Musk’s War of the Wolds.

Not to mention the sound.