I never learned the skill of being unselfconsciously naked in a room full of women.
There was Gill, standing alone by a laurel bush. “Don’t even think about it,” my daughter hissed.
Readers, forget the 80 minutes for an ambulance. This was Sunday night in A&E.
When you appear in a play, you get all sorts of letters. This one broke my heart.
In the second half, John Lennon stepped forward to the mike, thighs straining against his shiny and confining suit. He shook his locks, lowered his eyes and let me have it.
