In 2002 I was approached to see if I might be interested in writing a stage adaptation of my uncle Brendan’s book, Brendan Behan’s New York. The book proved unadaptable, by me at least. But I happened to find myself […]
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In 1984, when my husband Dermot and I were first married we bought a little terraced house in Walthamstow near the Bakers’ Arms, then very cheap, now very trendy. Our phone number was only one digit away from Percy Ingles, […]
It is a triumph which should play to full houses in Hammersmith and deserves to transfer to theatres throughout the country before going to Broadway. Okay, maybe off-Broadway. Perhaps it should be staged in The Chelsea Hotel itself to give […]
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