Trying to schedule a meeting has been impossible lately due to my really high workload at the moment. So it was not without glee that Howard agreed to ‘walk and talk’ during a particularly mad evening in London. First stop, the Shaw Theatre for the launch of Steven Berkoff’s latest tome – My Life In Food. Something of a departure for Berkoff one might think but it certainly beats (yet another) celebrity biography. The book itself isn’t half bad and fans of the original ‘method in his madness’ actor may well enjoy his musings on the association between love and food. Howard and I certainly made a headway into the free wine and cheese on offer. Jumping into a cab we then headed over to the delights of the Jermyn Street Theatre, for my second helping of GAS for the season. The Great American Songbook for the uninitiated.
The artist plying his trade this evening proved to have quite a big fan base in the ‘over 50’ age range and as Howard squeezed his huge frame into possibly the worst seats I have ever had at Jermyn Street, I began to think that this may not be Howard’s cup-of-tea at all. Surprisingly Steve Ross was rather good and his selection of numbers confronted such meaty issues as, sex, more sex, drugs, drugs with sex and a bit more sex. I sensed Howard might have fitted perfectly into the early 20th Century USA.
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