I met Steven Berkoff, who incidentally was far from angry. On the contrary he was oozing charm and he held my interest for at least one hour. Standing in the corner of John Irving's kitchen, next to the scott eggs and ham laid out on the table. We talked about Salome my favourite play by Oscar Wilde, and also one of my favourite operas by Strauss. I was in heaven, At drama school we were encouraged to follow Mr Berkoff, a true thespian in my mind, and also of my RADA teacher. I would have loved to have been taught by him, you feel he could be cruel enough, with his flashing blue eyes, that you may learn something. He is my hero in theatre land and I approve of the way he does film to almost pay for treading the boards. A man worthy of more than a knighthood in my opinion.
Then I chatted with my favourite new person David Korda and his charming hidden girlfriend. Well she says she is hidden, but not for long as she will be my new best friend. A teacher and intellect she told me she approved of my blog and even told me how many top shop black dresses I had bought. Now that is a fan. I will stay close to her. Ms Anonymous dressed in a simple black dress with tidy shoes, and she asked me if she was correctly dressed?. A little petite brunette who looked french. How could I say anything but congratulate her on her fine attire, because that is the truth, what more could I want?