I t's 50 years since Sir Noël Coward died, aged 73, at his Firefly home in Jamaica, on 26th March 1973.
And yet we're no nearer to doing justice to his personality and talent. T S Eliot called him ‘the real thing'. And Time magazine praised him as ‘full of cheek, chic, pose and poise' – but he was even more than that.
What can you say of a man who wrote 65 plays – most of which were stonking successes in the
