As Barney Norris writes in two genres, I thought a bookshop would be the right place to meet. So we’re sitting congenially over coffee (him) and tea (me) in the basement café at Waterstones in Piccadilly. I was keen to meet this warm, friendly man because I’d seen his play, We Started to Sing, a couple of weeks before and felt that I’d already learned quite a lot about him and his family.
“It’s all about telling is not the unmitigated truth about my family. My grandparents had just died when I wrote it and it seemed important to tell their stories.”
