As I drove this morning I heard a story on the radio about the playwright, thespian and composer, Noël Coward. He had taken his good friend, Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, then Queen and now fondly remembered as the Queen Mother, to the theatre to see his play, Blithe Spirit. That night, the play was not performed as he had envisioned it. Embarrassed that his friend wasn’t seeing it at its best, he took matters into his own hands; after act one he demanded the lead role step down and replaced him with himself. I’m sure the second act benefited from having Noël in...
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