Letters of the week
Book award has closed me out
The Sheridan Morley Prize for Theatre Biography is supposed – in part at least – to encourage new writers, so runs the blurb. This year there are only three books shortlisted. Two are by writers well into their 80s.
I submitted four copies of my self-published biography of Ian Hendry. I never heard anything ever again. I wonder if the jurors had even seen my book on Hendry. I emailed one of them, but never got a response.
I think these awards are just honouring the big guns. As for my four copies of the book – and don’t forget I’m a self-published author and money is tight – will I ever see them again? I have asked the organiser’s secretary, but will I get a reply?
Just thought I’d give you the view from ‘the little man’.
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If only it were really so easy
Reading Matthew Hemley’s interview with Lara Pulver (The spy who loved me, February 13, page 24), I couldn’t suppress a (cynical?) chuckle when he told of her decision to branch out from musicals and become a household name via TV and film. “And so it was,” he tells us, that she “found herself landing parts in television series such as Robin Hood, Spooks and Sherlock”. So that’s how it’s done!
I’m sure all the actors reading that – including this one – had no idea it was so easy, ie, you found yourself doing it, as Tommy Cooper would have said, “just like that”. I must have another word with my agent, as I rather fancy being a household name myself, and I’ll soon “find myself” in Mr Selfridge, Downton, Sherlock, etc. I’m looking forward to it already.
This is not to criticise Lara Pulver, of course, whom I worked with (yes, really) 10 years ago in a touring musical, and a delightful girl she was too. On that occasion your reviewer mis-spelled her name in his critique of the show, which drew a sharp rebuke from her agent.
Royston Kean (household name in waiting)
Brilliant King did 1960s star proud
I recently saw a show called The Billy Fury Years at the Orchard Theatre in Dartford. It was absolutely sensational.
Michael King, who played Billy Fury, gave a portrayal of outstanding brilliance. I was completely enthralled from beginning to end, and it was a truly magical evening. It is without doubt the best tribute act I’ve ever seen, and I write as an avid theatregoer and a great fan of 1960s music.
The show is meticulously well-researched, immaculately presented and pays great attention to detail. King’s costumes are stunning and exactly match the film footage screened behind him of the real Billy Fury.
King is an exceptionally good mover and has a rich, powerful voice. He captures the poignancy, pathos and emotion of Billy’s songs, as well as his mannerisms and gestures to perfection. His performance is thrilling, energetic and dynamic.
Above all, he has the most amazing charisma, and lights up the stage with his delightful sense of humour. He has a superb rapport with the audience and had them in the palm of his hand.
King is a credit to the memory of the great Billy Fury and to the world of showbiz in general. He is one of the most talented performers ever to grace a stage and has star quality in abundance.
The Orchard was completely sold out, and King received rapturous applause and a richly deserved standing ovation.
I would recommend all fans of 1960s music to go and see this wonderful show.
Francesca Myriam Klaar
Can you help me find the Kidds?
My parents were friends of a wonderful dance duo called Jimmy and June Kidd during the 1950s and 1960s. They had a son, Paul. Jimmy died in 1966, and June joined with Paul to do a comedy act called Daisy the TV Cow.
The last time I saw any mention of them was in an article in The Stage dated January 15, 1976, when they appeared at Swansea’s Grand Theatre in Jack and the Beanstalk.
The last address I have for them is Sydenham, London. I need to get in touch with them as I have some beautiful photographs given to me by Jimmy and June. I do not have family to pass them on to and would like them to go to Paul or his family.
I am hoping readers might be able to help me trace them.
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