Jim Bywater

I get a phone call from Neil, who's making an honest woman out of Louise and wants my address for the posh invitation card. He's ringing from Bournemouth - where he doesn't live - to say he's been called in to stand-in for an actor in the tour of LITTLE BRITAIN. The actor in question was mugged recently and can't do the whole of his part because of cuts and bruises sustained in the attack. So Neil is being vomited on, nightly, by David Walliams. God, some people have all the luck!
But that's not all. From '78-'81 I worked with a stage manager called Tony Harpur whom I haven't seen since, and, bugger me, if he isn't working on Little Britain too. Oo, le petit monde.