Memories of Lindsay Anderson

Alan Bennett

At the drabber moments of my life (swilling some excrement from the area steps, for instance, or rooting with a bent coat-hanger down a blocked sink) thoughts occur like ‘I bet Tom Stoppard doesn’t have to do this’ or ‘There is no doubt David Hare would have deputed this to an underling.’

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[*] Thomas Jones writes about the book and about Lindsay Anderson’s films on page 19.

[†] When, according to Ms J. Diski, writing in the last issue of the LRB, there was ‘copious fucking’.