‘Spectacular and eccentric…More! More!!’ Daily Mail.
‘Lovingly tart!’ The Rough Guide to Choreography.
‘Essential viewing.’ Evening Standard.
And, during filming, from the general series producer: ‘Iestyn, we are very sorry you got a poorly foot today, but please don’t send the director off the set again for — as you view her — being a complete cretin, misfilming your pirouette sequence six “shi*ting” times. We could perhaps discuss your stance that it’s “completely mental to employ her to make a humorous piece about ballet, when she’s humourless and knows f-ck all about dance”. We can’t comment on her having a supercilious spoon-face.’
Stacks, Royal Marine, inherited his love of music from his granny. Sadly no longer with us, she was a church organist.
Until one Easter.
As Stacks tells it, ‘She was playing for Devotions. One hymn every hour, on the hour. The churchyard gate was opposite the Dog and Feathers, and she was going over there in the interim. The head verger had to help her up into the organ loft for “There is a Green Hill.” He decided after that she was better left. And left. And left. Christ had long since risen while she was still beer-snoring.’