A night off theatre for the Whingers. But they are never off duty.
Ms Turner was interviewed Chris Campbell who explained he was from the National Theatre’s literary department but the Whingers had already figured this out from his red socks.
Ms Turner was predictably wonderful. She teaches a course at NYU which she refers to as “Practical Acting – Just Shut Up And Do It” – which won the Whingers over immediately.
She regaled the audience with anecdotes but also with moving stories about her battle with rheumatoid arthritis. When the doctors told her she would be in a wheelchair for the rest of her life she said: “I only know three parts written for wheelchairs and I don’t like any of them” so she battled on and here she is.
She also revealed that her decision to appear nude on stage at the age of 46 in The Graduate was inspired by a script she was sent in which a female character was described as “37, but still attractive”. Ms Turner thought “fuck you” (and indeed said the f word several times – apparently she checked backstage beforehand that it was OK).
Ms Turner was at the National to plug her new autobiography cum self-help book Send Yourself Roses: Thoughts on My Life, Love and Leading Roles (with Gloria Feldt) and was very entertaining. But don’t worry if you missed it as she told the same anecdotes on GMTV (see bottom of post).
There was an opportunity for the audience to ask questions but despite some frantic arm-waving from Andrew, he did not get the opportunity to ask Ms Turner for an explanation of how the misunderstanding about Nicholas Cage and the chihuahua came about.
Dinner at Los Iguanas again (they do cassava!) with David and Mark and a bottle of Merlot and then off to the
BFI Southbank National Film Theatre to see Victoria Wood being interviewed. What an evening!
Ms Wood was as entertaining as one imagined and her talk of being fat, isolated and addictive and having a deformed jaws brought gales of laughter. Andrew had a flashback when she mentioned the BBC Radio 2 soap opera Wagoner’s Walk which he had hitherto erased from his memory. She talked of how Trevor Nunn (“not known for his cutting”) was not the man to direct the original Acorn Antiques – The Musical and confessed that she is always anxious to get people in and out of the theatre as fast as possible. If the Whingers hadn’t always been fans of VW, they would have instantly become so.
Ms Wood cut the mustard in every respect. When the interviewer (whose name escapes us now but he had horrid shoes) said he hoped she didn’t mind if he referred to her last show as “your own Vagina Monologues” she quickly retorted: “I do mind! I hate that word – ‘monologue'”.
Phil – whose hand waving is much more vigorous than Andrew’s – got to ask a question which no-one (least of all Victoria Wood) can now remember.
Here’s Kathleen on GMTV: