M, my friend from Oxford, is coming today. I think I told you about him: he’s the one who does FUN evenings where he sings folk songs about slavery, and everyone is very SERIOUS in a folky (folksy, even?) way…
I met him in 1981 and I always – regrettably – thought I could do better. But he’s still around… He was in my film in 1983, he was the witness at my (non-)wedding, he came to see Good when Viggo spoke at the Curzon Mayfair, he was GREAT when I had the stroke (he went all the way to Colchester just to pick up my custom-made wheelchair!)… And he helped me out again when he called the ambulance last year (when I couldn’t face K)… He seems to have a lot of friends in Suffolk, and visits me on his way home.
I met him when I was 17! So only Kevin is an older friend. (But he’s been in LA since the 90s…)
Stroke of luck 