Lockdown can do strange things to you.
As Chair of Stepney’s Half Moon Theatre in the 1970s I was witness to an extraordinary chapter in its history.
The day I washed Jane Austen’s face, and wrote a diary entry I was not meant to,
Last chance to read about pebbledash, hairgel, a bootleg biography, beef casserole, red wine, and chickens. What is not to like?
Fixing leaks, broken washing lines and a new arena for the chickens. And moaning about McDonald’s