My reading at the splendid Polari literary salon at London’s Southbank Centre last month will remain a fond memory. Luckily, I discovered the other day that it doesn’t have to be just a memory as Adele Ward, my tirelessly supportive publisher filmed part of it and here’s a chance to see it if you couldn’t get tickets for that sold out event.
In the Summer of 1967, young fogey Stephen Dearsley is on his way to the funeral of a very old Frenchman – his only mentor:
