I was recently invited to direct Shakespeare's bizarre comedy in America.
‘Oh no, not another Twelfth Night.’
I've acted in it four times already. Never cot it right yet.
First time, at school, in 1953, performing in the classroom. As an 11-year-old, I was already a fan of Richmal Crompton's William:
‘When I'm in a play, I like to have a lot to say, an’ a lot to do.’
Too right.
Like Master Brown, I was prepared to give the playwright a chance: ‘I wrote a play once,’ said William, ‘and people acted it. They all forgot their parts, but it was a iollv fine nlav all the same.’
I decided that both Williams were pretty wonderful.
I'd been entrusted with the part of Viola
