Love’s labourers lost
OFFICIAL STRATFORD commemorations marking the Bard’s 458th birthday predictably proved a celebrity-obsessed affair — the sight of unseemly Australian networker Ms Lette trotting by being proof enough of regrettable additions to the guest list.
I’d wager a greater time was had by those of us convening the same day at the nearby Dirty Duck, where many a more humble Royal Shakespeare Company player of yesteryear gathered for heartfelt toasts in his honour.
A happy event only later tarnished by the fact our so-called “organiser” unforgivably misjudged the last train back to London, leaving half a dozen actors over 70 stranded for the night at Banbury Station.
