Telling Colin Dexter far more than he could possibly have wanted to know about the trials of wallpapering the set for a Tom Stoppard play. Bloke I vaguely recognised in the green room of the Oxford Playhouse... Just assumed he was someone I knew from the world of backstage theatre.
He's a writer, probably stored it away for future reference
That’s brilliant!
He was very lovely about it and nodded sympathetically in all the right places.
And then - same play - Tom Stoppard himself dropping off an enormous crate of oranges at the stage door and me (Deputy Stage Manager) telling him it wasn't a convenient time to chat because I was about to give the 15 minute call. He took us all to the pub afterwards and was genuinely lovely.
Aw!