At the beginning of March this year, I got a call from the agent asking whether I’d be interested in the part of Sir Wilfrid Robarts in Witness for the Prosecution, the hit show parked in the glorious old County Hall on the South Bank. According to the agent, the...

December, 1975, Dunmore Infants School, Abingdon, and Simon and I are performing in the school nativity play. Simon is the front-end of a camel, I am the back, and we're both starting to drip with sweat under a heavy sheet and a bank of lights. Led by three very...

Lurching from feast to famine like a drunk on an ocean-liner, actors are the walking, talking expression of the 21st century binge economy. During a spell of gainful employment, it's Krug through a straw, wads of notes down the cleavage and devil take the hindmost....

And suddenly it's all over: the highs, the lows, the terrible diet. Following our grinding theatrical war of attrition, rounded off by the Battle of Bosworth and a night in the pub, the actors woke up on Monday morning to the prospect of their very own personal...

You're seeing the show tonight: Henry VI, the first one in the trilogy. And I think you're gonna need a little encouragement and support. Me & you go all the way back to the 1980s, when we were callow, spotty youths with ceaseless erections & dreams of...

The hour approacheth when the traps are opened to release our three hounds of hell into the world, and the actors' thoughts turn to the most important and pressing aspect of an official opening: what gifts to buy for one's colleagues' first night. At a time  of...