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My Dad’s End To The War
“We saw the Germans attempting to blow up the bridge over the river which the GIs would have to cross. Later a tank approached over the bridge and the Germans held up their arms in surrender. White flags appeared at all the windows of the surrounding buildings. Freedom was nigh! Soon American infantry entered Colditz. […]
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I am a stand up
I am a stand up (from my autobiography My Name is Daphne Fairfax) I am a stand-up comic. Even now, after a couple of thousand gigs, making this statement gives me a bristle of pride and a bump of self-importance. ‘That must be the hardest job in the world,’ people say routinely to stand-ups. It […]
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The Sun (*)
The sun (*) A savage review is much more entertaining for the reader than an admiring one; the little misanthrope in each of us relishes the rubbishing of someone else. But however much I enjoy it in others, I find it hard to be a rude critic myself. Even after some bum-murderingly boring play I […]
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Oh what a day that will be
Oh what a day that will be When the Tories are out and Margaret’s a goner And Wimbledon F.C. buy Diego Maradona When they arrest the Queen and drugs are found on her Oh what a day that will be When Murdoch’s riches are converted to rags When you don’t die young from smoking […]
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Written for the Guardian Travel Section
I had gone to a friend’s place in the South of France intending to forget my broken heart by writing a comedy show for the Edinburgh Fringe. Arles, as occupied by Romans and painted by Van Gogh, is an exquisite little town but, for 3 days, all I had done was to moon joylessly around […]
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