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...next . . . The next number is the mini-opera, we played it last time we were in, and in case any oy you don't know the story its all about a campfire girl, who was seduced. Seduced by an old engine driver, called Ivor, who was a Welshman. Any Welshmen in the audience? Any people in the audience with their parents waiting outside to retain them? He was a Welshman anyway, and he seduced the campfire girl while her boy-friend was away working. And when he found out about it he forgave her, as all good boyfriends should when...
...specialized Proust: The Later Years to Richard Dillon's Meriwether Lewis, in its own way an equally special and rather Proustian account of an imaginative, ultimately ravaged figure in U.S. history. For those who remain fascinated by Dylan Thomas, Constantine FitzGibbon retold the life of the doomed Welshman, warts, work, women and booze. In a more sedate mood, Lady Longford, in her Queen Victoria: Born to Succeed, presented the best biographical portrait of the Queen and her age since Strachey...
After giving Hollywood a whole series of Armageddon operas-On the Beach, Dr. Strangelove, Fail Safe-fiction's doom boom has worn pretty thin. But not too thin for Welshman Peter George, 41, who co-authored the Strangelove script and wrote the novel, Red Alert, on which it was based. In Commander-1, he uses the familiar formula-headline-fresh immediacy wrapped around a minute kernel of plausibility. Red China, newly armed with a few primitive but potent nuclear bombs, decides to eliminate both Russia and the U.S. by convincing each that the other has launched...
Captain Rees Howell Gronow was a dapper, wicked little Welshman. He fought with distinction beside Wellington in the Peninsula and at Waterloo; he gossiped and gamed at the best clubs of Regency London. He matched wit and waistcoats with Beau Brummell, shot pistols with Lord Byron. And in his later years, he sat sucking the handle of his cane in the window of his Paris club while the Revolution of 1848 raged in the streets below. Then he wrote his reminiscences...
...this may have been type casting's finest hour, for 51-year-old Hugh Griffith is a laughing, brawling, roistering Welshman who lives on 13 acres in Warwickshire, where he and his wife raise dogs, hay, a cow and donkeys. For lunch he munches double brandies, and when he does a drunk scene-as in his new movie, The Bargee, in which he plays a lock tender on a canal-he warms up with bolt after bolt of black velvet (champagne and stout). "Did they think I could fake it with bloody tea?" he asks. Almost by obvious right...