The Oldie

My brief encounter with Celia Johnson

I am writing this on a train. Another train.

I am on tour. In fact, I am on two tours. Simultaneously. With one tour, I am taking my one-man show (Gyles Brandreth Can't Stop Talking) across the land, from Edinburgh to Eastbourne.

There's no rhyme nor reason to where I go. I think my producer just sticks a pin randomly in the map.

With the other tour, I am flogging my latest book (Elizabeth: An Intimate Portrait), from Ilkley to Belfast.

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