Mind you, it was next morning when I heard the news, my mother bursting in to my bedroom waving the paper. And I as I have long forgotten what was playing that day, maybe your sleuthing will be able to remind me.
 | | Sir Ralph Richardson |
By the way, on a rare recent visit, one of the first things I did was to just check and make sure that the old girl is still there. One never knows, does one. And another tiny thought (a thinket ?). I also recall seeing one of the last performances by Ralph Richardson, at the Royal, when he couldn't remember his lines and prompt corner's often repeated whispering could be heard at the back of the stalls. Now when would that have been? Late seventies, early 80s ? It was the usual pre-West End run. Tim Sharman, Warsaw, Poland | 
