John Bennett on Meeting Jan Ravens
On a beautiful sunny spring morning I walked over the ornate Hammersmith bridge in London, realising that I was two hours early for my appointment. A stroll amongst the ducks and geese of the London Wetlands centre killed an hour and then the lure of caffeine called. Over a latte in a corner coffee house I deliberated about my forthcoming interview. A female impressionist! A breed as rare as some of the wildfowl I’d recently viewed!
How would she be? Would she hide behind the characters she portrayed and give little away or would she throw a “luvvie” and offer inconsequential showbiz chat?
In the event she did neither. The door of the small mansion swung open – a pair of cobalt blue eyes and a mane of copper hair said,”Come in!” - and for the next hour-and-a-half I was held in thrall by a consummate professional, who dipped in and out of characters like a foodie at a fondue party.
Jan Ravens has added one more to her list of fans!