Rob McGibbon

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Published: 10 August 2013

Olympic swimmer Rebecca Adlington:

"People think that I’m intimidating and unapproachable. You have to be focused to swim well but I’m friendly and open out of the pool"

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: Olympic swimmer Rebecca Adlington…

 

The prized possession you value above all others...My health. As an athlete you’re used to looking after yourself. I retired in February, but I’m only 24 and I’m determined to stay fit.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I honestly don’t have any. Everything happens for a reason.

 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I love Italy so I’d wake up somewhere really romantic like the Villa Cimbrone in Ravello with my fiancé, the swimmer Harry Needs. We’d have breakfast looking over the Amalfi coast, then head to a beach in Puglia. At lunchtime, we’d meet up with our families for pasta and salad in Rome. In the afternoon, I’d relax at my parents’ holiday home in southern Spain, then zoom over to Beijing for a dip in the Olympic pool in the Water Cube where I won my golds – just to have that amazing experience once again. In the evening, I’d throw a big barbecue for all my mates at my house in Manchester, then I’d end the day with Harry at a spa hotel in the Maldives, having a massage. I don’t drink much alcohol, so afterwards I’d have a fruit cocktail on the beach while looking at the beautiful night sky.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Vanilla cupcakes. I can’t go past a cake shop without wanting one.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...I like soppy, girly beach reads, like Jill Mansell’s A Walk In The Park. Her books are full of romance and have strong female characters, which I like.

 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d go for a swim way out in the sea, which I’ve never done before because I’m terrified of what’s underneath me. If I’m invisible nothing will see me – not even a great white shark!

 

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...People who make me late. Good timekeeping is ingrained in me.

 

The film you can watch time and time again...Dirty Dancing is the best film ever! My sisters [Chloe, 29, and Laura, 26] got me into it. I know it off by heart. It’s a perfect cast and story and I was in love with Patrick Swayze for years.

 

The person who has influenced you most...My mum Kay. She gave up so much of her life, even her job at an accountancy firm, so she could drive me to training and competitions. I couldn’t have succeeded without her.

 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Princess Diana. She was the fairytale princess – so beautiful and kind. I’d love to talk to her about her life and what she went through.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Care for your loved ones.

 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I love illusionists like Derren Brown and Dynamo. The child in me likes to believe that magic is real.

 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My mum’s engagement ring. Mum said she’d give it to me, but when my dad Steve gave her a new ring two years ago for their 30th anniversary she had the old one made into earrings. It was her decision but I was so sad – and she regrets it now.

 

The unending quest that drives you on...To help the Amateur Swimming Association’s campaign to train every child in this country to swim 25m.

 

The poem that touches your soul... Poetry hasn’t really come into my life but my coach, Bill Furniss, had a saying that’s become my poetic mantra, ‘Pain is just weakness leaving the body’.

 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m intimidating and unapproachable. You have to be focused to swim well but I’m friendly and open out of the pool.

 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Seeing my sister Laura fall seriously ill in 2005 with encephalitis – a brain virus. Doctors told my parents to prepare for her to die but she pulled through. Nearly losing her made me appreciate life.

 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal a wardrobe of Jimmy Choo shoes. 

 

The song that means most to you...Saturday Night At The Movies by The Drifters. Whenever I hear it, I smile and it makes me dance.

 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Swimming the 800 metres freestyle in the 2008 Olympics in a world-record time of 8 minutes 14.10 seconds to win the gold.

 

The saddest time that shook your world...Seeing my grandfather Ron die from lung cancer in 2007. He was in his mid-70s, but he had a very aggressive form of cancer and died quickly. Seeing my dad so upset was really hard.  

 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you... I’d love to be a mum one day with three or four kids.

 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Live each day as if it’s your last.

 

The order of service at your funeral... I’m not religious, but I hope people can tell a few funny stories about me and play (I’ve Had) The Time of My Life from Dirty Dancing.

 

The way you want to be remembered...As a caring daughter, sister, wife and mother, who helped and inspired others and had a good laugh!

 

The Plug...Rebecca is encouraging people to take the Quorn Make One Change Challenge. Visit www.quorn.co.uk.

 

 

Olympic Swimmer Rebecca Adlington

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Published: 3 August 2013

Chick lit author Kathy Lette:

Kathy Lette: "My biggest regret was turning down George Clooney. He asked me out and I said ‘No. I’m a writer. I don’t go out with actors’…I sob when I recall that moment."

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s novelist Kathy Lette’s turn… 

 

The prized possession you value above all others...My honorary doctorate from Southampton Solent University, which I received in 2010. No one is more surprised to have a degree than me! I left school at 16 and the only test I ever passed was my Driving Test!

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not dating George Clooney. I worked with him on a sitcom in America called The Facts Of Life in the late 80s. He asked me out and I said, ‘No. I’m a writer. I don’t go out with actors.’ I sob when I recall that moment.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up at The Island Hideaway in the Maldives with my husband Geoffrey [lawyer Geoffrey Robertson] and our son Jules, 22, and daughter Georgina, 20. I’d spend the morning scuba diving over a coral reef then have lunch with Ruby Wax, Sandi Toksvig and other girlfriends at Kaspar’s Seafood Bar and Grill restaurant at the Savoy Hotel in London. We’d have white wine, Dover sole, and plenty of gossip.

In the afternoon, I’d write a Nobel Prize-winning novel then I’d meet up with my three sisters and our families at Kioloa beach south of Sydney. We’d surf then have a lobster BBQ on the beach at dusk with red kangaroos hopping around. I’d see The Book Of Mormon on Broadway in the evening with my family, then slip into bed at a hotel overlooking the Grand Canal in Venice with a big, strapping... hardback!

The temptation you wish you could resist... Pol Roger Champagne.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance... Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray. The social satire is so sharp it could shave your legs.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d hang out in the male locker rooms at Wimbledon.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Misogyny.  

The film you can watch time and time again...The Women from 1939 staring Joan Crawford, Norma Shearer and Rosalind Russell. It’s about the lives of bored rich women in Manhattan and it has the wittiest one-liners.

The person who has influenced you most...My mother Val. She was a school principal, who raised four daughters with no help. She’s 81 now but it wasn’t until I had my own kids that I appreciated how inspirational she is.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Mae West. She was an actress, playwright, sex siren and libertarian who went to jail in defence of freedom of expression. And all this in an era when women were meant to just be decorative.  

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...To Georgina, I’d say, stand on your own two stilettos. To Jules, I’d say the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach, so learn to cook! 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Opera. I love the combination of drama and ravishing music.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My dad Mervyn, who died last year aged 83. He was a hero to us girls. He could hotwire the car if we lost the keys and rescue us from spiders – and bad boyfriends.

The unending quest that drives you on...To keep writing novels that are empowering to women and entertaining.   

The poem that touches your soul...Spike Milligan’s A Silly Poem. When I was 16 I ran away and hitchhiked round Australia following his tour.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m a ‘man-hater’. I’m allergic to misogynists, but I absolutely adore men. 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Being told when Jules was three that he was autistic. There are endless obstacles – like school bullying and social Siberia. But my boy has made me a better person.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal George Clooney’s heart, of course!  

The song that means most to you...Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, as sung by Eric Idle in Life Of Brian. Optimism is not an eye disease.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The day I wore a corgi-themed suit to a reception at Buckingham Palace in 2012 and made the Queen laugh out loud. 

The saddest time that shook your world...Jules’s diagnosis was shattering, but I no longer think there’s such a thing as ‘normal’, just ‘ordinary’ and ‘extraordinary’. My son is extraordinary.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To surf the rip curl of a huge roller wave in Hawaii. 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Life’s too short to be subtle.  

The order of service at your funeral...I’d like a Christian service at St Pancras Old Church and to be buried next to the memorial to my heroine Mary Wollstonecraft, the 18th-century women’s rights campaigner. My headstone would read, ‘Finally – a good plot!’

The way you want to be remembered...As a funny feminist who proved women are each other’s human Wonder Bras – uplifting, supportive and making each other look bigger and better.

The Plug...The Boy Who Fell To Earth is published by Black Swan, £7.99. Follow me on Twitter at @kathylette and visit www.kathylette.com.

 

Chick Lit Author Kathy Lette

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Published: 27 July 2013

Actor and singer Jason Donovan:

Jason Donovan: ‘As much as I love doing musical theatre, I long to be cast in a serious TV drama or thriller movie. I spent too long in a loincloth to be taken seriously!’

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: actor and singer Jason Donovan…

 

The prized possession you value above all others...My Georgian home in west London, which my wife, Angela, and I bought five years ago. It represents my life’s work.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not spending time with my gran Joan during her last months in Australia before she died from cancer in 1995.  I was living in England and drugs had taken over my life, so I never went back to see her. She played a huge part in bringing me up after my parents divorced when I was a kid.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up with Ange and the kids – Jemma, 13, Zac, 12, and Molly, two – in a private villa in Bali. I’d have a platter of exotic fruits for breakfast, then hang out on the beach with the kids. I’d then have a massage, followed by a glass of champagne at around 11.30am, just to help me ease into the day! We’d have a Balinese lunch with spicy chicken and rice, then we’d board a private jet to take us to Bronte beach in Sydney where I’d go surfing. We’d chill there all day, then have a big fish paella dinner by the beach. I’d end the day back home in London watching a film with Ange and a bottle of Pomerol red wine.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Spending too much money on holidays. I don’t do economy well.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The play Equus by Peter Shaffer [about a young man’s obsession with horses] which I studied at school. It’s full of sex and violence and opened my eyes to a lot of stuff.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d listen to what Ange says about me to her friends.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Petrol pumps that keep stopping as you fill up your car drive me nuts.

The film you can watch time and time again...Being There with Peter Sellers because of its message that fame does not equal success.

The person who has influenced you most... My dad [actor Terence Donovan]. He got custody of me when mum left. I wouldn’t have a career if it weren’t for him. I admire his work ethic.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...I’d hang out with Andy Warhol at Studio 54 in New York in the 80s. He’s responsible for so much popular culture.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Fail to prepare, then prepare to fail.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Mowing the lawn at our house in Oxfordshire. I have a sit-on mower and I can get pretty fastidious about the lines and edges.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...The carefree spirit of youth that gave me the freedom to do anything I wanted. 

The unending quest that drives you on...For my children to grow into well-balanced human beings.

The poem that touches your soul...I don’t really do poetry. 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I speak to Kylie Minogue every day and that we’re still an item! I’m constantly asked how she is. We’ll always be friends, but we have different lives and I might speak to her once a year – if that!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The birth of Jemma in 2000. At the time, I was still dabbling in cocaine and Ange and I weren’t together because I was reluctant to commit. Jemma was the trigger that made me change my life.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d hunt down all the terrorists and ensure they die slow, miserable deaths.

The song that means most to you...It’s My Life by the British pop group Talk Talk. It reminds me of the innocent days of my late teens in Australia when anything seemed possible.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Marrying Ange in Bali in 2008. We’d been together for ten years and finally committing formally to my best friend was a special moment. The saddest time that shook your world...Getting asthma. It came on two years ago and, although I have it relatively mildly, it’s incurable. As a singer, it’s disorientating and upsetting to have to deal with it.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...As much as I love doing musical theatre, I long to be cast in a serious TV drama or thriller movie. I’m confident I could do a great job, but I’m not on the radar for casting directors.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success.

The order of service at your funeral...I haven’t given it any thought. I’m not religious, so I definitely don’t want any religious stuff at all. All I hope is that it can happen at a nice venue by the sea with a big party and some decent red wine for everyone. After all, that’s what my life has been about.

The way you want to be remembered...As a good husband, a great dad, a hard-working, honest and passionate bloke who lived life to the full.

The Plug...Jason Donovan stars as Tick in the national tour of the musical Priscilla Queen Of The Desert. www.priscillathemusical.com.

 

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Published: 18 July 2013

BBC Sport presenter Hazel Irvine:

"Tunnock’s caramel wafers are too tempting. They go perfectly with a cup of tea, but I daren’t have them around me."

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week BBC Sport presenter Hazel Irvine…

The prized possession you value above all others...My collection of mugs and posters and press accreditation cards from every sporting event I’ve covered since the Seoul Olympics in 1988.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not having the innate natural golfing talent of the great Nancy Lopez. It was my dream to be a professional golfer. I had the work ethic and got down to a 12 handicap but I didn’t have the natural talent.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...The perfect day would begin with a luxurious lie-in with my husband, something that has eluded us since our daughter Gina, now four, arrived. We’d spend the whole day as a family and begin with a hike in Torres del Paine National Park in Patagonia, followed by a boat trip on Milford Sound fjord on New Zealand’s South Island. We’d have lunch on the boat, then spend the afternoon on the beach at Mount Maunganui in the North Island. We’d tour the red sand dunes of the Namib-Naukluft National Park in Namibia, and I’d end the day there with a Planter’s rum punch and a barbecue under the stars.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Tunnock’s caramel wafers. They go perfectly with a cup of tea, but I daren’t have them around me.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Story Of Art by EH Gombrich. I got an honours degree in history of art at St Andrews University, Scotland, and flicking through the pages brings back so many memories. 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d wander around the Royal College of Music in London and watch brilliant musicians practising. I played violin in the school orchestra from the age of ten and it remains a big love.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...People who brazenly drop litter. I often challenge them to pick it up.

The film you can watch time and time again...All The President’s Men is a gripping drama, which I’ve seen at least 12 times. Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman are exceptional together.

The person who has influenced you most...My dad Bill. He gave me a passion for the outdoors and for sport. In his younger days he was an all-round sportsman and he introduced me to hill walking, golf and cycling as a child.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Astronaut Neil Armstrong, who died last year. I’d love to hear how he felt physically and emotionally the moment he stepped on the moon.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Always be yourself.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Sea fishing. I love cutting the bait and gutting the fish, then cooking the day’s catch at home.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My eight iron golf club. I threw it away in disgust when I was playing the Eden Course at St Andrews terribly when I was about 18.

The unending quest that drives you on... To do my best for my family.

The poem that touches your soul...Oh, I Wish I’d Looked After Me Teeth by Pam Ayres. I knew it in my younger years and I now recite it to Gina to encourage her to clean her teeth.  

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I know everything that happens in sport! I have people ask me what happened in some obscure event, and they look crestfallen when I don’t know.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The birth of my daughter. I’m 48 now so having her quite late was truly fantastic. The greatest gift has been rediscovering the world through her eyes. 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal all the profits from the major banks of the world and redistribute it to schools, hospitals and sports clubs.

The song that means most to you...Agua de Beber by the Brazilian singer Astrud Gilberto. You can put it on during a cold February day and it will brighten up your world. 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Swimming with turtles in a remote part of the Galapagos Islands about seven years ago. They were so cool about you being in the water and would just barge past on their way.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my great friend Mitsou from breast cancer four and a half years ago. I miss her sparkle.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To play the drums. I can play piano and violin but I’ve never had a real go at the drums. My dream would be to play like Ringo Starr on The Beatles’ Abbey Road album.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Never knowingly under-prepared.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d like Somebody Up There Likes You by Simple Minds played. It might put me in the good books of someone up above!

The way you want to be remembered...As a good mother and wife and a decent person. And, professionally, as someone who seldom shirked a challenge.

The Plug...Hazel hosts the BBC’s TV coverage of The Open at Muirfield today and tomorrow and the Women’s Open at St Andrews from 1-4 August.  

 

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Published: 13 July 2013

Actor David Haig:

‘My younger sister’s death from a brain haemorrhage at 22 when I was 26 made me realise that nothing is certain’

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s the turn of actor David Haig…

 

The prized possession you value above all others...Our semi-detached Victorian house in south-east London. My wife Julia and I bought it in 1987. It’s  full of character and is part of me.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...That I haven’t conquered my fear of flying.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions... I’d have a slap-up breakfast of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon and maple syrup with Julia in a New York deli. Then we’d travel by train to the South of France, admiring the views, then settle on a beach just outside Saint-Tropez and have a seafood lunch. I’d have some The Ned Pinot Grigio wine then take a dip in the sea. In the afternoon I’d go to Twickenham with some mates and Julia to watch England thrash the French at rugby, then I’d arrive at Augusta to watch the final nine holes of The Masters. I’d end the day at home with Julia and our five children – Alice, 27, Caroline, 24, Fred, 21, Harry, 19, and Connie, 13. I’m the fire god in our family, so I would light a huge barbecue, but Julia is a great cook, so I’d then hand over to her. I’d end the day with a nip or two of fine Talisker whisky.

The temptation you wish you could resist...The third, fourth – even the fifth – helping of Julia’s slow-cooked belly of pork in Thai spices.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader by CS Lewis. I read it in my late teens when I was a hippie. I had long hair and wore an Afghan coat and beads and bracelets and it takes me back to those days.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d stand in complete safety next to Kevin Pietersen as he absolutely destroys the Australian attack in The Ashes at Lord’s. He is an astounding batsman and to witness his power and concentration at close quarters would be thrilling. 

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Smug parents who brag about their kids drive me mad.

The film you can watch time and time again...Bizarrely it’s Notting Hill. I have a soft spot for romcoms.

The person who has influenced you most...The theatre director Max Stafford-Clarke, who I worked with at London’s Royal Court in the 1980s. He taught me how to focus on the truth, accuracy and reality in every stage performance.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The 19th-century French painter Edouard Manet. The women he painted were so enigmatic, I’d love to know about his relationship with them.   

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Think outwards, think generously and avoid self-absorption. You find greater contentment when you think of other people rather than yourself. I certainly do.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Cleaning swimming pools. Whenever I go on holiday and there’s a pool, I take great pleasure in cleaning it. It’s such a satisfying task.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A painting by the Indian artist Francis Newton Souza which my father, an art dealer, gave to me in the 80s. I’ve no idea what became of it, but now Souza has become collectable and it’d be worth £200,000!

The unending quest that drives you on...To succeed in what I do, whether it’s acting, writing or playing online Scrabble with my son Fred. My competitive spirit is not something I can control!

The poem that touches your soul...So Many Different Lengths Of Time by Brian Patten. It’s a very accurate summary of what it means to lose someone.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m very controlled. As all control freaks know, we’re on the cusp of imploding.

 The event that altered the course of your life and character...My younger sister Karen’s death from a brain haemorrhage at 22, in 1982. I was 26 and it made me realise that nothing is certain. 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d water my garden during a hosepipe ban.

The song that means most to you...In The Garden by Van Morrison. I love our garden and that song has such a beautiful sentiment.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Our wedding at Burgh Island Hotel in Devon on 27 December 2010. We’d been together since 1979, but never married. We felt it was best not to change anything. Getting married so much later was like we were celebrating a great achievement.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of our daughter Grace, who was stillborn at full term in 1996. It was horrendous because it is so unnatural to give birth to death. She arrived on my birthday on 20th September, so that day always carries a shadow, but we generally have an all-embracing awareness of that loss. From a positive point of view, Julia and I have worked for Sands charity [Stillbirth and Neonatal Death] ever since and it has grown immeasurably over the years and is now a very powerful and worthwhile charity.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To be solvent. With five children, that is harder than it sounds!

The philosophy that underpins your life...To live each precious moment.

The order of service at your funeral... I don’t believe there’s anything after you die, so I’ll leave it to others to decide.

The way you want to be remembered...More good than bad. 

The Plug...David appears in King Lear at the Theatre Royal Bath, 25 July-10 August. www.theatreroyal.org.uk.

 

 

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Published: 6 July 2013

Cooking legend Ken Hom:

‘The day in 1962 when President Kennedy allowed Chinese families to bring relatives to the US was the happiest day of my life’

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s cooking legend Ken Hom…

 

The prized possession you value above all others...A black Chinese robe I had made four years ago in Hong Kong. The silk feels like the finest leather. When I was younger I went crazy for designer clothes, but I’m 64 now and I’ve started dressing like an old Chinese monk!

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...That I didn’t learn Chinese as a child. I was educated in Chicago and went to a Chinese school three hours a day, but I just made trouble. I visit China these days and I can only write about 50 characters, so I’m essentially illiterate, which is a shame.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions... I’d have a healthy breakfast of rice porridge with 1,000-year-old-egg [an egg preserved for months until it turns black and pungent] at a cafe beside Hong Kong harbour, then meet some friends for lunch at La Coupole in Paris, where I’d have a seafood platter and a glass of dry white wine. Later I’d check into a beachfront room at the Copacabana Palace Hotel in Rio de Janeiro, swim in its pool, have a massage and, at sunset, take a walk on the beach and have some feijoada [Brazilian black bean stew] with caipirinha cocktails. Afterwards I’d fly to my flat in Bangkok and dine outside at the Baan Klang Nam seafood restaurant, before watching a DVD at home. These days I prefer quiet nights!

The temptation you wish you could resist...Books. When I travel I go crazy buying them and have to take two extra suitcases with me. I have around 6,000!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The General by Jonathan Fenby, about Charles de Gaulle and how he saved France. I live in Paris much of the time and that book helped me understand and love the French.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d listen in at a meeting of the Chinese politburo to hear what the seven men in charge of 1.4 billion people actually discuss.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Loud, rude people who use the F-word. I liked a time when etiquette and manners were important.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Godfather Part II – it reminds me of growing up in Chicago, where the Italian community ran everything. I worked in my uncle’s restaurant and when the Italians came in you never dared give them a bill. The person who has influenced you most...My mother Ying Fong. She always demanded I do better, so it’s because of her that I’ve succeeded and have a passion for all the things I do.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Chairman Mao. I want to know why he screwed up! He freed China after the war but let 30 million die through famine. China was held back by around 50 years through his incompetence.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Giving is better than receiving. 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...History. I’ll happily take a 700-page history book to the beach! 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again... I’m very philosophical about possessions. Even when I started losing my hair in my 40s I wasn’t bothered. Instead, I shaved it all off and people started saying I looked better and younger!  

The unending quest that drives you on...To be honest and true to myself.

The poem that touches your soul...One Today, which the US poet Richard Blanco wrote for President Obama’s inauguration. It was so moving when he read it that I cried.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m the restaurateur Ken Lo. People come up to me to say how much they love his restaurants, but he died in 1995!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Meeting my partner in 1971. It’s protected me from the pitfalls that accompany fame and success.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d empty the bank accounts of all the world’s dictators and give the money to charity.

The song that means most to you... John Lennon’s Imagine, because in my heart I’m an old hippie.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The day in 1962 when President Kennedy allowed Chinese families to bring relatives to the US. It brought my mother so much joy when my aunt and her family joined us.

The saddest time that shook your world...When my mum died in 2010 from colon cancer. She was 89. I was in Japan at the time and couldn’t be with her because I was being treated for prostate cancer – an impossible situation. 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To be a singer. But on a cruise in 1996 I did a karaoke version of Roy Orbison’s Crying and people said to me, ‘Ken, stick to the cooking!’

The philosophy that underpins your life...Treat people how you want to be treated.

The order of service at your funeral...I  want Imagine to be played as I’m cremated, then for everyone to feast on caviar, Peking duck and lots of champagne.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who shared his philosophy, possessions, love – and food.

The Plug...Please support two charities that are close to my heart – Action Against Hunger and Prostate Cancer UK – by visiting www.actionagainsthunger.org.uk and www.prostatecanceruk.org. Thank you

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Published: 29 June 2013

Popstar Brian McFadden:

‘My whole life has been one giant Chinese whisper of untrue stories. But the only lie that really hurts is that I’m a bad father’

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: former Westlife star Brian McFadden…

 

The prized possession you value above all others... A ticket to see Nirvana at The Point Depot in Dublin in 1994. Two weeks before the gig Kurt Cobain shot himself. Most people returned their tickets and got their money back but I kept mine and framed it.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Wasting so much of the money I earned from Westlife. I went through millions of pounds on cars, private jets and lots of rubbish. I have a lot less money now, but I’m far happier.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d start with a full Irish fry-up at my parents’ home in Ireland. I’d play the front nine holes at Valderrama golf course in Spain with Tiger Woods and Rory McIlroy, then we’d fly to The Belfry near Birmingham to play the back nine. I’d have lunch at a pub with mates to watch Manchester United beat Man City 5-1, then fly to Star City casino in Sydney with my wife Vogue [Irish club DJ and model Vogue Williams] to play roulette. My daughters Molly, 11, and Lilly-Sue, ten [with ex-wife Kerry Katona], would join us in Singapore for the night Grand Prix. For dinner, I’d go to a Benihana Japanese restaurant and then I’d hit Las Vegas with Vogue and friends and we’d party the night away.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Smoking. I’m 33 now and I’ve been smoking since I was 16.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Roy Keane’s autobiography. He wasn’t the most naturally talented footballer, but he proved that through sheer hard work he could be the best.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d sneak into the changing rooms at a top fashion show in Hollywood, where you’re likely to find the hottest women. 

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Having to carry Vogue’s hand luggage when we’re travelling. I hate hand luggage but Vogue has so many bags I end up having to carry hers!

The film you can watch time and time again...Home Alone. It always brings back happy childhood memories.

The person who has influenced you most...Bryan Adams – a great songwriter, a great singer and a great bloke.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Kurt Cobain. I’d love to understand what made him tick.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Enjoy life and don’t waste your time stressing.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’m a movie buff and a master of Oscar winners trivia.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A rubbish old Nokia mobile I had with me for my seven years in Westlife. I left it on a plane to Sydney a few years back. It had the most unbelievable list of contacts.

The unending quest that drives you on...To have a consistently successful music career.

The poem that touches your soul...I’m not one for poetry but I love song lyrics, especially those from Unanswered Prayers by Garth Brooks. Like all country songs, it has a great story, with a powerful message. It’s about how people pray for things in life, but sometimes God does the right thing by not answering their prayers.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...My whole life has been one giant Chinese whisper of untrue stories. But the only lie that really hurts is that I’m a bad father.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Quitting my job as a security guard at McDonald’s in Dublin in 1998 after a drunk threw a bottle at me. I went to a friend’s party straight after and stayed the night. The next day he was going to audition for a new boy band and I decided to tag along. I met Louis Walsh and ended up getting into Westlife.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal Fernando Alonso’s Formula 1 Ferrari and drive it like crazy around London.

The song that means most to you...Sorry, Love Daddy. I wrote it for my girls after I broke up with Kerry in 2004. I realised they wouldn’t have the stable life I’d hoped for, and it broke my heart.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The day I met Vogue at a charity function in Dublin in 2011. We clicked instantly and chatted for six hours. She’s been amazing for me.

The saddest time that shook your world...Whenever I’ve been away from my girls.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To have a golf handicap in single figures. I can’t improve on 18.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Live life for today because you don’t know if tomorrow will come.

The order of service at your funeral...I’m an atheist, so I don’t want anything religious. I’d prefer people to dress for a party. I want the Belgian choir Scala & Kolacny Brothers’ version of Radiohead’s Creep played as I get cremated, and my ashes split into capsules and given to the people who loved me.

The way you want to be remembered...As a fighter who kept bouncing back, no matter what was thrown at him.

The Plug...For information about Brian’s tour dates and new song releases visit www.brianmcfadden.com.  

 

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Published: 22 June 2013

Actor Steven Berkoff:

‘People thing that I’m a self-centred, egotistical maniac! I’m actually a thoughtful, caring soul’

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s theatre legend Steven Berkoff… 


The prized possession you value above all others...A painting of Victorian actor Henry Irving – a giant of theatre who was the first actor to be knighted – by the portraitist Edwin Long.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...That I never played Othello. I’m 75 and probably too old now. The part has always fascinated me because it stretches you to your limits.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d have breakfast at Les Deux Magots brasserie in Paris, then do a tour of famous graves: Oscar Wilde’s in the French capital, then Franz Kafka’s in Prague and war poet Rupert Brooke’s on the Greek island of Skyros. After lunch watching the street entertainment at Jamaa el Fna market in Marrakech, I’d pray at Jerusalem’s Wailing Wall for reconciliation between Israel and Palestine, and finally return to my home in London’s East End to be with my partner Clara Fischer and our beloved Bengal cat Apu (right). I’d mix margaritas while Clara prepared sushi for supper. We’d spend the evening reading and listening to music and I’d finish by typing up my journal, which I keep most days.

The temptation you wish you could resist...I love exotic jewellery, probably because such baubles were denied to me when I was a child because we were poor. But as Oscar Wilde said, ‘The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.’

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Last Of The Just – a novel by French writer André Schwarz-Bart, about the journey of 36 men, from biblical times to Auschwitz, who suffer for the sins of the world. It presents the belief that God is there, even in the most horrific situations.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d visit a woman called Shirley, my long-lost love from when I was ten. I’ve always wondered what became of her.
The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...The brutal murder of rhinos and elephants to make silly ivory things.

The film you can watch time and time again...Cyrano De Bergerac from 1950 starring José Ferrer – his acting technique is absolutely dazzling. 

The person who has influenced you most...Franz Kafka. I read his novella The Metamorphosis – about a man who turns into a huge beetle – when I was 19 and it opened my imagination.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The great 19th-century Shakespearean actor Edmund Kean. He was only 5ft 5in, but he almost terrified audiences with his trailblazing style, which once apparently reduced Lord Byron to tears.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Learn how to play a musical instrument – because then you’ll have a language that the whole world can understand. The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I adore over-elaborate tracksuits pimped up with velvet. I have about ten from designer shops in Hollywood.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My love letters to Shirley. We kept in touch for three years. I’d love to read those letters now.

The unending quest that drives you on...To continue to challenge myself. I feel it’s everyone’s duty to fulfil the extraordinary potential God’s given us. 

The poem that touches your soul...Walt Whitman’s I Sing The Body Electric is a deeply moving declaration of the efforts of the common working man.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m a self-centred, egotistical maniac! I’m actually a thoughtful, caring soul.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Putting on my first play that I’d adapted and directed, Kafka’s In The Penal Colony, in 1968. From that moment I knew I was capable of creating my own work.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d round up a bunch of big-game hunters – and then hunt them with an AK-47.

The song that means most to you...The Little White Cloud That Cried by Johnnie Ray from 1951. It spoke to all heartbroken romantic teenage boys.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...When my first book was published in 1977. It was a collection of short stories called Gross Intrusion and to hold that book was fantastic.

The saddest time that shook your world...My mother Polly’s death in 1980 from stomach cancer. She was a typically over-caring, worrying Yiddish mama, but I always felt safe with her.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To own a theatre, so I’d never again have to go around with the begging bowl to put on a play.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Pay attention to every action, no matter how small, because it will always have a big effect on someone.

The order of service at your funeral...I’ll leave the details to Clara, but I wouldn’t mind being buried in the graveyard of St Wulfran’s, the beautiful Norman church in Ovingdean, Sussex, but being Jewish I would have to be a ‘special guest’!

The way you want to be remembered...As a man who swam against the tide.

The Plug...My new play, An Actor’s Lament, is on at Edinburgh’s Assembly Hall from 1-20 August. Tickets: www.assemblyfestival.com; 0131 623 3030.

 

 

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Published: 15 June 2013

Cookery guru Prue Leith:

‘People think I’m brusque and imperious, but I’m not like that at all’

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s cookery legend Prue Leith’s turn…

 

The prized possession you value above all others...A picture my son Danny, who’s 39 now, painted when he was nine. He drew me surrounded by hundreds of people clapping and a list of the amazing things I’d done, like ‘cooked a thousand roast chickens’.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...That I didn’t achieve anything while my father, Sam, was alive. I was 20 when he died of cancer and I hadn’t found a direction in life.  

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions... I’d begin with a barbecue breakfast in the Andes in Peru looking down on the condors. Then I’d go horse riding through a bluebell field in the English countryside with my daughter Li-Da, who’s also 39. I’d then board the Orient Express from London to Venice and head to the terrace of the Cipriani Hotel for a Bellini cocktail and gamberetti prawns for lunch. I’d have a siesta in a hammock in a wood in the South of France, then return to my house in Oxfordshire to cook a roast chicken dinner with all the trimmings for the whole family, including Danny and his children Malachi, three, Scarlett, one, and his new baby Winston. We’d have some nice Rioja red wine and a trifle.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Talking too much. 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Warden by Anthony Trollope. I love his work, he’s the most wonderful observer of life.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d sit in  the cockpit of a jumbo jet during a long-haul flight to see what the crew do.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Chewing gum. It’s so disgusting.

The film you can watch time and time again...Some Like It Hot. The scene when Marilyn Monroe has a party on the train always makes me giggle.

The person who has influenced you most...Sir Peter Parker, who was chairman of British Rail [from 1976-83]. He invited me onto the board in my mid-30s and encouraged me to tackle equality issues. He was a dear friend who gave great advice. 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The Victorian cookery writer Mrs Beeton. She wrote Mrs Beeton’s Book Of Household Management and is the godmother of recipes.  

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Never be bored.  

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Salmon fishing. I was introduced to it 30 years ago in Scotland. I thought nothing could be more boring, but I caught a fish on my first morning and I was hooked for life!

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My knees! I’m 73 now and I had both kneecaps and the ends of my femurs replaced last July.

The unending quest that drives you on...To master technology. As soon as I crack something, another thing is invented that I’m told I must have.

The poem that touches your soul...Alice Oswald’s Dart. It’s about the River Dart in Devon and you can feel the rhythm of the river in her verse.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m scary! People think I’m brusque and imperious, but I’m not like that at all. 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Buying my house in Oxfordshire in 1976. Until then I was living in London and working day and night. Buying it forced me to be more organised, which helped me in my career.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d remove Robert Mugabe from power and incarcerate him. He’s as mad as a hatter.

The song that means most to you...The old folk song Foggy, Foggy Dew, which my mother Margaret used to sing to me as a child in South Africa, where I grew up. These days I sing it to my grandchildren. Mum died two years ago – she was 97.    

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The day as Chair of the Royal Society of Arts when we succeeded in getting new sculptures on the Fourth Plinth in Trafalgar Square. It took five years to get permission.

The saddest time that shook your world...My husband Rayne’s death in 2002 when he was 80. He was 20 years older than me and had emphysema. He was a marvellous man and my mentor. 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you... To write a seriously good trilogy of novels that are adapted into a wonderful costume drama.

The philosophy that underpins your life...JFDI – Just F****** Do It! 

The order of service at your funeral...To be honest, I’m not bothered. I’m not a believer in God but I’d like Mozart’s Requiem and the song Jabulani by the South African male choir Ladysmith Black Mambazo to remind me of Africa. I want my ashes scattered in the pond in our garden, which is where we put Rayne’s. 

The way you want to be remembered...As friendly, straightforward and loving. And as someone who got a lot done – despite having no qualifications!

The Plug...My autobiography, Relish – My Life On A Plate, is out now in paperback published by Quercus, priced £8.99. Visit www.prue-leith.com.

 

 

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Published: 8 June 2013

TV presenter Eamonn Holmes:

"Getting a job at Primark was the making of me. I hated it so much, it drove me on to quit and become a journalist."

 

Every week we ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s the turn of Sky TV’s Sunrise presenter, Eamonn Holmes.

 The prized possession you value above all others...A No 7 Manchester United shirt worn by Eric Cantona. I bought it at auction for £1,500 – you could still smell his aftershave on it! Years later I met him and he signed it. He’s a big hero of mine.  

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not learning to swim. I have four brothers and none of us learnt because our mum Josie, who’s now 85, couldn’t swim and she was very protective of her boys. 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d have a relaxing start at a spa with a lovely massage, followed by a breakfast of fresh fruit and yoghurt. After that I’d head off on my own to enjoy some horse riding as a cowboy at Purgatory ranch in Colorado. I’ve been there before and I can even lasso pretty well. I love the whole idea of the cowboy life, enjoying nature and being out in the open. From there, I’d have lunch with my brothers on Bloubergstrand beach in Cape Town, looking back at Table Mountain. In the afternoon, I’d play golf at Gleneagles with an old mate called Bill. After that I’d go to Belfast to meet my wife Ruth and our son Jack, 11, and my three other children – Declan, 24, Rebecca, 22, and Niall, 19. We’d have dinner at Long’s fish and chip restaurant. I’d end the day with Ruth at a cinema watching the latest blockbuster. 

The temptation you wish you could resist...Pleasing my wife! She knows I can’t resist her and takes advantage. 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson. A teacher read it to my class when I was eight and I was totally gripped by the adventure.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I get annoyed with angry, rude people, so I’d do things to make them angrier, like let their tyres down or tie their shoe laces together.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Long queues at airports.  

The film you can watch time and time again...The Quiet Man with John Wayne from 1952. The landscape always makes me nostalgic for Ireland.

The person who has influenced you most...The Irish TV sports presenter Jackie Fullerton. He was my mentor when I started at Ulster Television. He taught me the tricks of the trade.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The actor James Stewart, but I’d talk to him about his experiences as a bomber pilot in World War II. He was a decorated war hero, but he never, ever discussed it.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Always use sunscreen! If I could turn back the clock, I wouldn’t sunbathe like I used to in the 80s when I wanted to look like Don Johnson from Miami Vice. 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’m intrigued by the restoration of classic cars. I don’t do it myself, but if I had the money and the space I’d have a whole fleet of them. 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...The toys of my childhood, especially my Action Men. At one time I had eight of them, but everything’s gone now.  

The unending quest that drives you on...A hunger for knowledge.  

The poem that touches your soul...He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by WB Yeats. I find its message about love and dreams very moving.  

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I have a private box at Old Trafford. I have two season tickets that cost me a fortune. 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Becoming a trainee manager at Primark when I was 18. It was the hardest experience of my life but it re-doubled my conviction that I wanted to be a broadcast journalist. I got a place at journalism college at 19 and I never looked back.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d break into the best art museums at night and stare at works of art without the crowds. 

The song that means most to you...Danny Boy. My family threw a party for me when I got a job with the BBC in Manchester when I was 26 and my dad, Leonard, sang Danny Boy. I can’t hear it without getting emotional.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...My 50th birthday party at Old Trafford on 3 December 2010. I had all my dearest pals and family there and Alex Ferguson stayed late chatting to everyone and dancing. 

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my father from a heart attack when he was only 64 in 1991. I think about him every day.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d love a part in a film.  

The philosophy that underpins your life...The harder you work, the luckier you get. 

The order of service at your funeral...I’ll have a service at St Patrick’s Catholic church in Donegall Street where I was baptised. I’d want Elvis’s Bridge Over Troubled Water and I’d be buried in the churchyard near my dad.  

The way you want to be remembered...As a matinee idol!  

The Plug...Eamonn presents Sunrise, Monday to Thursday from 6am-9am on Sky News. Visit skynews.com.

 

 

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Published: 1 June 2013

Former England cricketer David Gower:

‘Life has ups and downs, but I’m learning how to get through crises calmly’

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s former England cricket captain David Gower… 

 

The prized possession you value above all others...A David Shepherd oil painting called Rhino In The Kaokoveld. I bought it about 20 years ago for £20,000. It marries my two loves – David’s work and wildlife, which stems from my childhood in East Africa.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Selling Mum’s house and contents too quickly after she died in 1986 of heart failure. She was in her mid-60s and I was so sad I just cleared the decks. I wish I’d kept a few things.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d have breakfast in the crater at the Ngorongoro conservation area in Tanzania with my wife Thorunn and our daughters Alex, 19, and Sammi, 17. We’d go on safari then switch to the Maldives for scuba diving. After that, we’d wander around  the market in St Tropez, then arrive at my cousin Richard’s Vondeling winery in South Africa and drink some of his best wines. The afternoon would be spent bodysurfing at Crane beach in Barbados, then I’d pop back to London for afternoon tea at The Dorchester. Thorunn and I would have dinner at an old cafe on the Left Bank in Paris before heading to Broadway for a musical like Phantom Of The Opera. We’d end the day in a suite at the Taj Lake Palace hotel in Udaipur, India.

The temptation you wish you could resist...The second bottle of Dow’s port after dinner.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...I love The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy. Douglas Adams’s imagination is brilliant.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d kill some time at a branch of designer lingerie store Agent Provocateur! 

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Lateness.

The film you can watch time and time again...Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid. Paul Newman and Robert Redford are the coolest film stars ever.

The person who has influenced you most...Ray Illingworth, who was my captain at Leicestershire. In just three years, he turned me from a gifted 18-year-old who had never played first-class cricket into an England player.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Leonardo da Vinci. I’d ask how on earth he envisaged the helicopter 500 years ago.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Smile – because it confuses people! My kids introduced me to this phrase recently and I love it.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Bats. Not cricket bats – real bats! I’ve been on bat walks in the country and they’re wonderful creatures. They’re clever and adorable, but they get a bad press, which largely stems from Count Dracula. I would like this to change.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A maroon Opel Vectra I hired in 1991. I was driving on the frozen lake in St Moritz and ended up on thinner, grey ice. Everyone in the car escaped before it went to the depths, but I ended up being fined around £15,000.

The unending quest that drives you on...To achieve Zen-like serenity. Life has ups and downs, but I’m learning how to get through crises calmly.

The poem that touches your soul...Casabazonka by Spike Milligan, which goes: ‘The boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but he had fled – The twit!’ It’s so Spike and  never ceases to amuse me.  

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m always laid back. It was a self-defence mechanism I developed in my playing days as a way of calming nerves. But, like anyone, I have a temper.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The summer of 1985 when we won the Ashes. It was also the year I met my wife.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal the contents of the cellars at Bollinger and Chateau Lynch-Bages. 

The song that means most to you...Peter Gabriel’s Biko [about Steve Biko, the anti-apartheid activist who died after interrogation by South African police in 1977]. It has such deep feeling and was so important politically.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Lifting the Ashes in ’85. It was when my dreams came true.

The saddest time that shook your world...My father Richard’s death when I was 16. He had motor neurone disease and cancer. He’d been a superb all-round sportsman – to see him reduced to a shell was awful.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To ride a horse at full speed on a beach – without falling off.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Always look on the bright side.

The order of service at your funeral...I’ll have a service in our local church in Hampshire with some great hymns, like I Vow To Thee My Country. Then everyone can go to the pub.

The way you want to be remembered...Just one word: fondly. 

The Plug...In his role as ambassador for Laithwaite’s Wine, David has created The Gower Selection, a case of 12 wines chosen to complement the cricket. www.laithwaites.co.uk.

 

 

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Published: 25 May 2013

BBC newsreader Kate Silverton:

"The biggest misapprehension about me? People think I’m Natasha Kaplinsky – I have even signed autographs as her!"

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: BBC newsreader Kate Silverton…

 

The prized possession you value above all others...A soapstone sculpture of a head I got in Zimbabwe during an Operation Raleigh expedition when I was 19. It transports me back to the incredible experiences I had on that trip that made me fall in love with Africa.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...If it doesn’t happen again then I’ll wish I’d had more children. [Kate is 42 and had 18-month-old Clemency after years of failed IVF.]

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up in the Lewa Wildlife Conservancy in Kenya with my husband [security expert Mike Heron] and our little girl. We’d cook breakfast on an open fire, then go on safari. We’d fly to the Como Shambhala spa in Bali for a spot of Tai Chi in the rainforest, then to the Maldives to scuba dive and carry out conservation work protecting sharks. I’d go cross-country skiing in Gstaad in the afternoon, then I’d take over the Pennsylvania Castle hotel in Dorset for my parents, my two sisters and the whole extended family. We’d walk along the coast, then have roast lamb with crispy roast potatoes, followed by sticky toffee pudding and a Paxton & Whitfield cheese board – including stinking bishop! I’d end the day with a book in front of a fire.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Chocolate from Hotel Chocolat or Lindt, especially pralines.

The book that holds an everlasting  resonance...Daughter Of The Desert by Georgina Howell, which is about my heroine, Gertrude Bell. She was born in 1868 and was a linguist, cartographer, photographer and archaeologist. She travelled across Arabia and helped form the modern state of Iraq.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d team up with Prince William [a patron of conservation group Tusk Trust] to track rhinoceroses in East Africa and protect them from the poachers.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Drivers not checking for cyclists.

The film you can watch time and time again...Watching It’s A Wonderful Life has become a Christmas Eve tradition in our house. I cry every time.

The person who has influenced you most...My parents, Terry and Patricia. Dad encourages me to follow my dreams, and Mum gives sensible advice. They’ve given me the right balance.

The figure from history for whom  you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint... Gertrude Bell. I’d love to get her thoughts on what’s happened in Iraq. 

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...There is nothing to fear but fear itself.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Child psychotherapy. I have a degree in psychology with a focus on child cognitive development. Having Clemency has reignited my interest.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...Time to travel. Work and family constraints mean I can’t be spontaneous.

The unending quest that drives you on... To be a great mum. No parent can be perfect, so it’s important for us to continually evolve.

The poem that touches your soul... Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost, which reminds me that nothing is forever and nor should it be. 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The death of my friend Jamie Rumble from cancer when he was 26. I was working in the City then and before he died he asked me why I was still there as I’d always dreamed of being a journalist. He died in 1996. Through my tears, I arranged to visit the BBC and a week later I was volunteering in its Newcastle newsroom.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m Natasha Kaplinsky! People ask, ‘Can I have your autograph, Natasha?’ but often I won’t correct them. I haven’t told Natasha – I hope she’ll forgive me!

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...It’s difficult to find size 9 designer shoes, so I’d break into the storerooms of  Jimmy Choo and Manolo Blahnik and steal every size 43 pair they have.

The song that means most to you...Catch The Wind by Donovan was played for the first dance at my wedding, so it will always be special.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Holding Clemency for the first time and kissing her. After years of trying, she felt like a miracle. 

The saddest time that shook your world...Jamie’s death. He would have contributed so much to life.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To write a novel.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Commit and providence will follow you.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d have a traditional service at St Bride’s, the journalists’ church on Fleet Street where I was married. I’d want Rod Stewart’s Sailing sung by the Welsh Fron Male Voice Choir. I’d be taken out to Born Free and have my ashes scattered in Kenya.

The way you want to be remembered...Simply as someone who cared.

The Plug...Kate is presenting News At One on BBC1 and the BBC News channel all this week and can be followed on Twitter at @katesilverton1.

 

 

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Cookery writer Madhur Jaffrey:

"I went to one of Ghandi’s prayer meetings when I was 15. He sang hymns and talked of equality and of one-ness and was so charismatic. A few days after, he was shot dead. It was so shocking and sad."

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer.  This week it’s cookery writer and actress Madhur Jaffrey.

The prized possession you value above all others...A gold locket necklace from the early 1900s that my mother [Kashmiran Rani] wore for most of her life. It became mine as my share of her spoils when she died in her 60s and I was in my late 30s. I have always worn it to remind me of her. She was the most gentle and wonderful woman.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I wish I had started acting in films earlier. I was 31 by the time I made Shakespeare Wallah [made in 1964, released in ’65], but until then I’d not had the opportunity. I feel as though I lost so many years.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I would have my entire family with me all day – my husband, my three daughters and three grandchildren. We’d wake up on Coco Island in the Maldives in a series of hotel cottages on stilts in the Indian Ocean and spend a few hours swimming and snorkelling. We would stop off in Kerala later in the morning for a walk before arriving in Florence in Italy for a gorgeous lunch of artichoke hearts, pasta and some osso bucco [bone marrow] and a big gelato for each of the kids. We’d go on a safari in Kenya in the evening to watch lions hunting antelope, or wildebeests thundering across the plains. We would end the day in Barcelona having the best tapas, including a platter of thin meat slices, grilled sardines and octopus with deep-fried pimientos de padron

The temptation you wish you could resist...I love potatoes in all forms, but it is not good for you to eat too much, especially French Fries. I am 79 now, but I still like to keep trim.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. I first read it when I was 14 and have probably read it once a year ever since. It is so beautifully written, with such comedy, drama and romance. It is so familiar to me that reading it is like meeting up with a dear old friend. 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I would systematically destroy all nuclear weapons around the world.

The pet-hate that makes your hackles rise... Dishonesty. There is no reason to lie. The world would be a much better place if everyone were honest. It makes me so sad because lies are the route to unhappiness.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Rose Tattoo from 1955 with Burt Lancaster and the Italian actress Anna Magnani. I saw it the night before an exam at RADA in the late 1950s and her performance was so inspiring that it lifted me to the skies. It was because of her that I acted well the next day.

The person who has influenced you most...Mahatma Gandhi. I went to one of his prayer meetings in Delhi in January 1948, when I was 15. Thousands of people were there and he sang hymns and talked of equality and of one-ness. His was so charismatic and his teachings had a big impact on me, especially his beliefs in non-violence. A few days after that meeting, he was shot dead. It was like a bolt of lightening had destroyed half the world. It was so utterly tragic and sad.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Henry VIII and I’d say, How dare you be so horrible to your wives! I am not sure how the meeting would go.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Be true to yourself, do not hurt people, and find what you love to do in life – then never stop doing it.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...All aspects of design. I am endlessly fascinated with how beautiful things are made, from a simple chair or table, to the great architecture of a building or a garden.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A rather large pottery pot-bellied elephant, which I bought in Mexico in the 1960s. I loved that piece but it broke and fell apart one day and I have missed it ever since.

The unending quest that drives you on...I am a perfectionist, so I am constantly in pursuit of doing everything to the best of my ability. I want my work to be sheer excellence and I am endlessly curious about the world.

The poem that touches your soul...John Milton’s On His Blindness. He was a helpless man who had gone blind, yet he was so sensitive that he saw things in the world that most sighted people could not. It is a powerful and moving poem from an incredible man.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I am a cook, who never acted. So many people do not know that I am an actress, who became a cook.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Meeting the film producer Ismail Merchant in 1959 was a total life-changer. I was in a bunch of young, ambitious actors with big dreams of making films and he was the man who made it all happen. Ismail was a powerhouse who had this incredible energy to get things done. At times he was a complicated and difficult man, but he was also great fun and he enthused us all. After meeting him, I was suddenly on the fast track to making important films. But it did not change my character, though!

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I am a goody two-shoes, so crime is not for me, but perhaps I might sneak a basketful of Alphonso mangoes from India into America [she lives in New York]. Importing all fresh produce is banned here, but they are the best mangoes in the world – fibrous and sweet with a hint of sour-  that melt in your mouth.

The song that means most to you...I love Frank Sinatra’s Strangers in the Night simply because it reminds me of the 1960s and my youth. A time of great excitement and so much dreaming.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The birth of my first grandson, Robi, who is 20 now. It was so special because my daughter Meera allowed me to watch the entire birth. It was completely different to having your own children because you do not have the pain to contend with. To witness the creation of a life – a gift from God – was truly magical.

The saddest time that shook your world...When India was partitioned in 1947. There was mayhem all over the country and it was the most shocking time. There were killings and rapes and armed gangs everywhere. I was largely shielded from it, but my father had to arm himself and go out on patrol in our neighbourhood. It was also the brutal hacking apart of the country that made me so sad. I wanted it to remain whole.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I am not haunted by it, but I would like a truly defining role in a great film. Maybe one that would bring me the Best Actress Oscar. You never know…

The philosophy that underpins your life...Look for the positive in everything you do. Too many people concentrate on the negative and it drags them down. I do everything with passion, then look at what has gone right, not what went wrong.

The order of service at your funeral...My husband says I should be burnt by the banks of the Ganges, but I say, Why bother with all that expense of going there!? I want whatever funeral is most convenient and the cheapest. I hate gaudy caskets, so just put me in a simple pine box and cremate me, then scatter my ashes in our garden in New York. Just get the process over with quickly, so you can have the laughter and joy of living. Afterwards, my friends and family can gather, have some good food and fun and simply drink a large Scotch for me.

The way you want to be remembered...I honestly do not care. I firmly believe that dead is dead and nothing will matter to me. But it will matter to my family that I am remembered kindly.

The Plug...My new cookery book, Madhur Jaffrey’s Curry Nation, is published by Ebury, priced £20. Please visit www.eburypublishing.co.uk.

 

 

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Published: 11 May 2013

England cricketer Kevin Pietersen:

"Leaving South Africa for England when I was 19 changed my life. I was in pursuit of my boyhood dream to play international cricket. It was worth it!"

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: England cricketer Kevin Pietersen.

 

The prized possession you value above all others...My home in west London. It’s where I can just be me and relax with my family and friends.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...The way England captain Andrew Strauss was brought into the headlines last year [when the press got hold of negative text messages Pietersen had written about Strauss to friends on the South African team]. He didn’t deserve that. He’s a top man. 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d head out at dawn on a safari drive with my wife Jess [former Liberty X singer Jess Taylor] across the plains of the Serengeti National Park in Tanzania. We’d watch the sun come up, then look on in awe at the animals. We’d arrive at Bronte beach in Sydney with our three-year-old son Dylan. I’d have a full English breakfast at a cool cafe, then play with Dylan in the surf. In the afternoon we’d sail down the west coast of Barbados on a beautiful yacht and eat the freshest sushi for lunch. Then I’d sit in the stands at Kings Park stadium in Durban with some mates to watch the Sharks rugby team win the Super 15 league. I’d have some mojito cocktails with Jess at sundown in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, then end the day with an amazing meat feast barbecue with all my family under the African skies at Kruger National Park in South Africa with plenty of decent New Zealand sauvignon blanc wine.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Opening up the naughty cupboard in our house that’s always full of lollies, crisps and chocolate. 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Secret Race by Tyler Hamilton [disgraced American cyclist who was stripped of his 2004 Olympic gold for drugs cheating]. The way Hamilton justifies the use of drugs is fascinating yet truly appalling.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d attach myself to a dolphin and explore the oceans. I love nature and the seas.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Bad manners, particularly when people are rude to waiters. 

The film you can watch time and time again...Top Gun has it all – a great storyline, cool characters, brilliant actors and I love aeroplanes. If I wasn’t a cricketer I’d be a fighter pilot!

The person who has influenced you most...Cricket coach Graham Ford. He saw my talent when I was five at school in my home town of Pietermaritzburg in eastern South Africa. When I need anything in my career, I consult Fordy.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The Australian wildlife expert Steve Irwin [who was killed by a stingray barb in 2006]. I’d ask how he plucked up the courage to tackle crocs.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...There’s absolutely no substitute for hard work.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’m totally fascinated by aeroplanes. You’ll see me gazing into the sky at The Oval because it’s under the flight path. It baffles me how such big things manage to stay up in the air.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...Losing my wicket always hurts!

The unending quest that drives you on...To be the best I can be.

The poem that touches your soul... If by Rudyard Kipling. It’s inspirational.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m selfish. My friends and family know how far away from the truth that is.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Leaving South Africa for England when I was 19. I was all by myself, but I was in pursuit of my boyhood dream to play international cricket. It was worth it!

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal a vehicle and go on a game drive into the wilderness of an African safari park after dark, which is forbidden. Most of the exciting activity happens at night.

The song that means most to you...We Weren’t Born To Follow by Bon Jovi. I’ll never be a sheep.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Aside from the birth of Dylan and my wedding day in 2007, it was winning The Ashes in Australia in 2011. It was a historic win by a great team. I only wish we could have celebrated at home for the fans with an open top bus as we did in 2005.

The saddest time that shook your world...My best friend Jon is battling eye cancer. He’s the same age as me – 32 – and it still shakes me every day.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To score 10,000 Test runs. I’m on 7,499 at the moment.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Family always comes first.

The order of service at your funeral...It’s not something I think about. I don’t even know if I want my ashes scattered in England or South Africa.

The way you want to be remembered...As a great husband, father and son.

The Plug...Kevin is co-owner of the clothing label Nena & Pasadena, available in Harrods or online at www.nenaandpasadena.co.uk. He also supports the Magic Bus children’s charity, www.magicbus.org.  

 

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Published: 4 May 2013

The Apprentice’s Nick Hewer:

‘Working for Alan Sugar influenced me the most. He lives life like a battle and I’ve grown to like the smell of cordite’

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: The Apprentice wise man Nick Hewer.

 

The prized possession you value above all others...My father John’s gold Omega watch. It was given to him in 1936 for his 21st birthday. He left it to me when he died, aged 96, three years ago and it connects me with him.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not taking up my place to study law at Trinity College, Dublin. My parents couldn’t afford to pay. It would’ve been incredible, but in many ways not going was the making of me.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions... I’d wake up on a fine spring day at my home in the Bordeaux region of France, brew some coffee then eat fresh figs from my garden. I’d spend the morning tinkering with my WWII Willys Jeep, before driving it, with the windscreen down, to the village to buy fresh bread. At lunchtime, I’d meet my partner Catherine, my two children, James and Kate and five grandchildren [aged eight months to seven] and we’d have an afternoon skiing at Val d’Isère. Then I’d catch a Learjet to Tahiti and recover on the beach from all that exercise! In the evening, Catherine and I would meet at a villa in Martinique and enjoy a fine Pauillac wine as the sun goes down. We’d return to France to listen to the crickets sing the rest of the night. 

The temptation you wish you could resist...Staying at a good party too long and having that final extra glass of wine. At 69 I should be more dignified and leave early – but I’m a fool!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...If This Is A Man by Primo Levi. A Jewish-Italian chemist, he survived Auschwitz and wrote about the horror with moving forgiveness.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d ensconce myself in Kim Jong-un’s palace in North Korea to find out what planet he and his team are on. The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Those who litter the countryside. Go to the tip, like decent people.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Leopard from 1963 with Burt Lancaster and Claudia Cardinale. There’s never been a more beautiful woman than Claudia, and Burt is great.

The person who has influenced you most...Alan Sugar. I went to work as his PR in 1983 and it was like a rollercoaster. He lives life like a battle and I’ve grown to like the smell of cordite.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Julius Caesar when Rome was at its pinnacle. I’d love to know how he masterminded all those victories in his empire.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Judge as you find.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Mowing the lawn. I have seven types of lawn mower and three tractors. I get it from my father, who was obsessed with keeping the lawn neat.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A Victorian music box left to me by my grandmother when she died aged 99 in the early 60s. I sold it for £80 to pay for a flight to America. It was a wicked thing to do.

The unending quest that drives you on...To travel to far-off places. I’ve done the outer reaches of the Andes, Russia, Eastern Europe and Mongolia. Top of my list is to island-hop from Fiji to Japan.

The poem that touches your soul...The Song Of Wandering Aengus by WB Yeats. It has such beautiful language.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I have an inside track on finance. People ask what’s going to happen with the stock market and I say, ‘I haven’t a clue!’

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Taking The Apprentice job. For me – a non-entity – to be acknowledged like I am by the public has made me more confident.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal a small Cézanne self-portrait from The National Gallery in London. I admired it when I visited there often in my 20s – to chat up American girls!

The song that means most to you...Richard Strauss’s Four Last Songs sung by the American soprano Renée Fleming. Her voice is simply fantastic.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...That’s tricky. I’m more pre-disposed to depression. That said, the arrival of my first grandson, Freddie, was pretty special.

The saddest time that shook your world...The end of my marriage. We were together from 1973 until 1985. Divorce is a failure and it was my fault.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To have an unexpected and painless death!

The philosophy that underpins your life...To find the humanity in people.

The order of service at your funeral...  I’m a traditionalist and want a church service with all of Strauss’s Four Last Songs and to be buried in a quiet English country churchyard – the thought of ending my days in a great big municipal cemetery fills me with horror.

The way you want to be remembered...Just as a decent bloke.

The Plug...The Apprentice premieres on Tuesday 7 May at 9pm on BBC1, then switches to Wednesdays at 9pm on BBC1 from 8 May onwards. The Apprentice: You’re Fired! follows the main show on BBC2. 

 

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Published: 27 April 2013

Disgraced minister Jonathan Aitken:

‘I know I’ll be remembered as the Cabinet minister who went to jail, but I would like a ‘PS’: Later in life, he did a lot of good and helped the lives of ex-offenders’

 

Every week, we ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s former politician, Jonathan Aitken…

 

The prized possession you value above all others...My copy of the 18-volume Complete Oxford English Dictionary. Winston Churchill’s son Randolph gave it to me on my 21st birthday.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend... Telling a lie on oath in court [during his libel trial against The Guardian in 1997], which was a catastrophe for my life and career.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions... ‘I’d take the sleeper train from Euston to Rannoch in the Scottish Highlands, then hike to the top of Tom’s Hill with my best friend Malcolm [Baron Pearson of Rannoch], where we’d enjoy a picnic of venison sausage sandwiches and Chablis. In the afternoon I’d relax on Sorrento Beach in Perth, Australia, with my wife Elizabeth and children Alexandra, Victoria, William and Petrina. I’d go surfing, then we’d all have a beach barbecue. I’d stop off at the Ritz in Paris for a glass of Dom Pérignon before returning to Rannoch for Scottish mussels, then bed.

The temptation you wish you could resist...A second helping of comfort food, like steak and kidney pudding.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Other Men’s Flowers, an anthology of poems selected by Lord Wavell [a field marshal during World War II].

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d visit Heaven with an angel to see what it’s like.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...People playing loud music from cars or music systems on the beach.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Magnificent Seven. It’s a morality tale and a brilliant Western.

The person who has influenced you most...My great-uncle Max Aitken, the 1st Lord Beaverbrook – the only person other than Churchill to be in the Cabinet during both world wars. He opened my eyes to politics, English and journalism.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Henry VII, to talk about how he brought up his son Henry VIII. I’d like to know if he thought he’d failed.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...If you’re kind, people will be kind to you, but if you’re ruthless it will rebound.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I love steam trains. I’m envious of Michael Portillo for becoming the TV face of trainspotting!

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A large collection of family letters and ones written by myself throughout my school days, including my first love letters. They were stolen from my home in London.

The unending quest that drives you on...To find peace with God. I don’t think you can find perfect peace anywhere on this side of the grave, but stumbling along the road of life itself is a good journey.

The poem that touches your soul... Tennyson’s Ulysses. It’s about a man who is getting older, yet still feels he has the energy for great new voyages. It resonates so much because, although I’m 70 now, I still feel the desire to do more.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That because I went to prison I am a "bad" person. I’ve had people shout at me on the escalator in the Tube, "You ******* crook". It can be deeply wounding.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Being sent to prison [he was sentenced to 18 months and served seven in 1999 for perjury and perverting the course of justice]. I’m now more fulfilled because of it.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I couldn’t be tempted. One crime was enough!

The song that means most to you...The Garden Where The Praties Grow, sung by the Irish tenor John McCormack. I caught TB when I was four and I was sent to a special hospital in Dublin for three and a half years. I couldn’t walk and was kept in a thing called a "frame" which was like an iron lung. At Christmas McCormack would come and sing for us children – a great joy.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The moment, aged eight, when I knew I could run and dance like other children after so long in hospital.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my father William in 1964 from a heart attack. He was 58 and I was 21. He was a wonderful father and a rock in my life. I was devastated.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To help reduce the re-offending rate of ex-prisoners. Seven out of ten go back within two years.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Do justly, love mercy and walk humbly with your God.

The order of service at your funeral...I’ll have a service at St Matthew’s Westminster with the hymns Guide Me, O Thou Great Redeemer, Glorious Things Of Thee Are Spoken, Amazing Grace and Psalm 90, then I want to be buried alongside my parents in the churchyard in Playford, Suffolk.

The way you want to be remembered...I know I’ll be remembered as the Cabinet minister who went to jail, but if possible I would like a "PS" – afterwards he helped the lives of ex-offenders.

The Plug...My new book Margaret Thatcher: Power And Personality will be published by Bloomsbury this autumn. Visit bloomsbury.com.

 

 

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Published: 20 April 2013

Scientist Dame Mary Archer:

‘I was diagnosed with high-risk bladder cancer in 2010, so I had it removed and reconstructed from my intestine. The new one works much better’

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s scientist Dame Mary Archer’s turn… 

 

The prized possession you value above all others...A ruby necklace, earrings and bracelet my husband Jeffrey gave me for our ruby [40th] wedding anniversary in 2006. They’re very special.   

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not getting to see my son William sing solo in a choral concert at his prep school when he was 11. I was working. He’s never forgotten it!

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I would begin with a 3km jog near our home in Cambridge. I’m 68 now and a run sets me up for the day. Then I’d attend a seminar about converting sunlight into fuel at the California Institute of Technology in Pasadena. I’d join Jeffrey and the boys [sons James, 38, and William, 40, and his four-month-old baby Alexander] at our favourite restaurant, Lucio in Chelsea. I’d have sea bass followed by affogato – their homemade ice cream – which is wicked. I’d go to the RSC theatre in Stratford-upon-Avon in the afternoon to see Much Ado About Nothing, then visit our home, called Writers’ Block, in Majorca for a swim. I’d have dinner at Tempo in Mayfair, making sure I have some Pouilly Fumé wine and lemon tart, then I’d sing in the choir at a performance of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony at the Royal Albert Hall. 

The temptation you wish you could resist...Playing with my Bengal cat Sunita when I should be working.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...A La Recherche Du Temps Perdu by Marcel Proust. It’s full of so many truths about life.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d visit pubs and stub out the cigarettes being smoked by young women. It’s so tragic to see girls ruining their health.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Bad spelling or punctuation. I like to take out my editorial red pen to make corrections when I see errors.

The film you can watch time and time again...A Man For All Seasons from 1966. I particularly loved Susannah York as Thomas More’s daughter Margaret. She was so beautiful.

The person who has influenced you most...Sir George Porter, who was director of the Royal Institution when I was researching chemistry there in the 70s. He kindled my interest in solar energy. He sadly died in 2002.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The great 19th-century scientist Michael Faraday. He created the dynamo and electric motor. I’d like to show him what happened thanks to his work.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...The same piece of advice my father Harold gave me when I was young: never let anything you don’t understand pass you by. In other words, ask questions.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Tap dancing. I can’t do it, but I have wild moments when I think it’d be fun to go on Strictly Come Dancing. This is not to be encouraged! Jeffrey’s been asked many times.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My bladder! I was diagnosed with high-risk bladder cancer in 2010, so I had it removed and reconstructed from my intestine. The new one works much better.

The unending quest that drives you on...To be an expert in whatever I do.

The poem that touches your soul... BC:AD by UA Fanthorpe. She was my English teacher at Cheltenham Ladies’ College and a poet. This poem is so subtle and not a word is wasted.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I wrote Jeffrey’s early books. I used to read them and correct his punctuation, but I never changed a syllable.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Being accepted to read chemistry at Oxford University in 1962. It was transformative.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...To push anyone I see dropping litter headfirst into the nearest dustbin.

The song that means most to you...The Victorian religious ballad The Holy City from 1892. My father used to play it on the organ and taught me the words. It reminds me of him.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...When Cambridge University Hospital won Trust Of The Year in 2008. I was chairman at the time.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my father from lung cancer in 1971 when he was 60. I was 26 and he died before I could tell him I was pregnant with William.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To play the organ.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Be a force for good.

The order of service at your funeral... I’d like a service at Great St Mary’s church at Cambridge University beginning with Bach’s Fugue in E flat. Jeffrey would read from John Donne’s Meditations XVII – if he’s up to it! There’d be a wake at our house in Cambridge.

The way you want to be remembered...As a giver, not a taker.

The Plug...My book The Story Of The Old Vicarage, Grantchester can be ordered from www.jeffreyarcher.com, £10 plus p&p. All profits go to the Rupert Brooke Society.  

 

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Homeland star David Harewood:

‘If there’s alcohol, music and friends I want to be at the centre of it all. But the older I get, the harder it is to recover’

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s Homeland star David Harewood…

 

The prized possession you value above all others...A good luck card from the author Philip Pullman on the first night of the His Dark Materials adaptation at the National Theatre in 2004 when I played Lord Asriel. He used the term ‘when the whole world knows your name’. I still read it for inspiration.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I wish I’d been more attentive at school.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up in the Empire State penthouse suite at the Setai Fifth Avenue hotel in New York with my wife Kirsty and our daughters Maize, ten, and Raven, seven. We’d have a huge room service breakfast, then fly to Barbados where I’d work out on Gibbs beach on the west coast and play in the sea with the kids. Then we’d go to Rome – checking out the Pantheon and Trevi Fountain. I’d have veal in mushroom sauce for lunch there with red wine, then relax on a cruise down the Nile. We’d watch the sun dip behind the Pyramids, then see the neon lights come on across Tokyo and have some sake. We’d all party on through the night in New Orleans with plenty of music and dancing. I’d end the day with a big cigar and a glass of rum in Havana, Cuba. Then I’d pass out!

The temptation you wish you could resist...Partying! If there’s alcohol, music and friends I want to be at the centre of it all. But the older I get, the harder it is to recover.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. I read it when I was 13 and it changed my understanding of the creature from the films I’d seen. It had intelligence and compassion.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d sit in the ladies’ loos at the Oscars and listen to the women talking about the men. Men’s loos tend to be quiet places, but it all goes down in the Ladies!

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Rudeness in all its forms.

The film you can watch time and time again...12 Angry Men has a truly great collection of actors giving fantastic performances. It’s an acting masterclass.

The person who has influenced you most...Stephen Dartnell, who directed me in King Lear at RADA in the 90s. It was the first time I really believed in myself. He died in 1995.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...I’d love to talk with Martin Luther King, just to hear his voice up close and be with someone who had such faith. He had such power. 

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Don’t be afraid of making mistakes. That’s how we learn.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...River fishing. It’s totally absorbing and a real challenge.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...The Chopper bike I got for Christmas when I was 12. I felt so cool riding it, but a month later someone stole it. I was devastated.

The unending quest that drives you on...To do a brilliant piece of work on film that looks effortless. Not easy!

The poem that touches your soul...Rudyard Kipling’s If, especially the line that tells you to ‘hold on’ when you have nothing left.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m always confident and assured. We all have insecurities, but some of us are better at covering them up.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Becoming a father. Before my children came along I was out partying and getting drunk too much. My two beautiful girls gave my life real purpose. I’m so proud of them.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal millions from some corrupt country and give piles of cash to the people I love and to those who really need it. And I’d keep a decent chunk myself!

The song that means most to you...A Change Is Gonna Come by Sam Cooke. It’s an astonishingly beautiful song with haunting lyrics.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Being in the school choir one Christmas when I was 15. Our music teacher created a bass section out of all the naughty lads. It was the most successful concert they’d ever had. We all felt like pop stars.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my best friend Luigi Belcuore in 2009. We’d been like brothers since school. He died suddenly during a routine knee operation and it destroyed me.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To speak Italian.

The philosophy that underpins your life... Don’t try and be something you’re not and always be true to yourself. 

The order of service at your funeral...I’d like Mark Rylance to read Cleopatra’s death speech from Shakespeare’s Antony And Cleopatra. Then put me in the ground so you can drink yourselves under the table!

The way you want to be remembered...With a smile and as someone who brought a bit of joy to people’s lives.

The Plug...Catch me in Playhouse Presents… Hey Diddly Dee on Thursday at 9pm on Sky Arts 1. Visit www.skyarts.sky.com.

 

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Olympic sailor Ben Ainslie:

"My five Olympic medals represent a lifetime of effort and now I want to win the America’s Cup"

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s Olympic sailing hero Ben Ainslie

 

The prized possession you value above all others...My five Olympic medals [four golds and one silver]. They represent a lifetime of effort.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I wish I’d spent more time with loved ones. The dedication it takes to be a professional sailor has meant I’ve missed weddings, christenings and birthdays, which has been so frustrating and upsetting for people.
The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up on a Sunday and watch Chelsea thrash Spurs on Match Of The Day. After that I’d put on The Andrew Marr Show and read the newspapers, then play golf at Pebble Beach, California, with my mates. My girlfriend Marit and I would have great seafood for lunch at Catalina restaurant by Sydney Harbour. I’d spend the afternoon sailing around the harbour, then head to Las Vegas for a major night out with friends: we’d have Japanese for dinner at Nobu, then party at the Wynn hotel.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Coffee. I drink at least three cups a day. Being careful with my diet is a way of life and it’s never easy.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. It’s about never knowing what to expect from life.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d sit in the Tory Chief Whip’s office and see some discipline being dished out to MPs. I’m hoping it would be reminiscent of Francis Urquhart in House Of Cards.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Lack of manners and arrogance.

The film you can watch time and time again... The Godfather Part II. I love the scene when Al Pacino’s in the boathouse looking slightly psychotic after he’s ordered his brother Fredo to be killed. The acting is so intense.

The person who has influenced you most...My father Roddy. He sailed as a captain in the first Whitbread Round the World race in 1973. His passion for sailing gave me the bug. He also instilled it in me to always give 100 per cent. 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Lord Nelson. In his day, sailors were really tough and it must have taken huge skill to sail those big ships. I’d love to hear him talk about the battles of Trafalgar and Copenhagen.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Make sure you find something you love to do in life. 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’ve recently started taking flying lessons. I’ve only been up a few times, but it’s amazing.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My grandfather was a Spitfire pilot in World War II and he gave me all his medals before he died, but I was only six and I lost them! 

The unending quest that drives you on...To win the America’s Cup finals in San Francisco in September and bring it back to Britain where it all began in 1851. We came up with the concept, but since that first race around the Isle of Wight we’ve never won it.

The poem that touches your soul...Invictus by William Ernest Henley. It’s a powerful reminder to be strong in the face of adversity. As a sportsman you need to be good at that.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...Maybe people mistake my competitive character with my normal character. I’m very focused when I’m competing, but out of the boat I’m much more relaxed.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The first time I went sailing on my own. I was eight and my parents had bought me an Optimist – a single-handed dinghy – for Christmas. On Boxing Day, they pushed me off the beach in Cornwall and I sailed to meet them at a pub. The sense of freedom was incredible.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d love to try and steal the Mona Lisa. Now that would be a blast!

The song that means most to you...Midnight City by French electronic band M83. It’s the theme song we use for our America’s Cup Team. It fires us up.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Winning my fourth gold medal on home waters at Weymouth. Hearing thousands of people cheering as I crossed the line was overwhelming.

The saddest time that shook your world...The London bombings in 2005. Many people were on a high because London had just won the bid to host the Olympics, then that horrific act caused so much suffering.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’m 36 now and I’d love to have children one day. Sailing isn’t ideal for family life.

The philosophy that underpins your life...If you want to succeed, you have to give everything and commit fully.

The order of service at your funeral...I’ll probably leave my family to work everything out, but I’m sure Jerusalem will be on the hymn sheet.

The way you want to be remembered...As a great sailor and a good man. 

The Plug...Ben and his JP Morgan BAR team will compete in the America’s Cup World Series event in Naples from 17-21 April. Visit www.jpmorganbarblog.com or www.benainslie.com.  

 

 

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Published: 30 March 2013

Actress Phyllida Law:

‘I lost my virginity when I was 24, so it would be fun to go back and start all over again!’

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s the turn of actress Phyllida Law…

The prized possession you value above all others...My bed. It’s incredibly comfortable. It’s only a single with an old brass bedstead that was given to my daughter Sophie [actress Sophie Thompson] when she was 18, but the mattress is Tempur foam, which was developed by NASA and moulds to your body.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Giving up the piano when I was 16. I’d had lessons and loved playing, but I began devoting all my time to studying to become a doctor.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d take my best friend Mildew on a tour of the islands of Scotland – by kayak! We’d paddle to Eigg, Rum, Muck and Jura and tow a dinghy behind us full of Puligny-Montrachet wine and catch lobster, langoustines and crab. Then I’d magically arrive in Quito in Ecuador for a sundowner drink and end the day at home in West Hampstead with my four grandchildren having a roast beef dinner with Yorkshire pudding made by my other daughter Emma [actress Emma Thompson] and Sophie. We’d have all the trimmings and drink some nice Chateauneuf-du-Pape.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Chocolate raisins. I don’t have to worry about my weight – I’m 80 so it’s too late to care about things like that – but once I start I eat rather too many.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...All Quiet On The Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque. I first read it in one sitting when I was 19 and stayed up until 3am sobbing. It was so devastating and really took me to the horrors of the First World War.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d have a good snoop inside the Vatican and look through all those secret archives.
The pet hate that always gets your back up... The sound of people typing non-stop on their laptops on the train.

The film you can watch time and time again...The beginning of Ice Age 3 with the squirrel who has to find the acorn. I’ve watched it with my grandchildren many times and love it because it’s so witty and enchanting.

The person who has influenced you most...A lady called Jenny McAra, who was my first proper teacher, for two years from when I was nine. I admired and respected her – she taught me so much about listening and learning.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The Russian mystic Grigori Rasputin. I’d love to know what he was up to with the Tsar’s family and how he really died.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Don’t waste time trying to be perfect. It’s fine to have faults.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Dry stone walling. I marvel at the intricate beauty of them, especially across Scotland.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I lost my virginity when I was 24, so it would be fun to go back and start all over again!

The unending quest that drives you on...To find peace in each day.

The poem that touches your soul...Carcassonne by the 19th-century French songwriter Gustave Nadaud. It’s about a man who dies before he realises his dream to see the town of Carcassonne, which is a metaphor for heaven.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m Phyllida Lloyd, the director of Mamma Mia!. People tell me they loved that show and the film. They’re crestfallen when I say I had nothing to do with it!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Discovering at 17 that I didn’t have a life-threatening disease! From the age of 11 I was convinced I was ill. That made me devote what I thought remained of my life to becoming a doctor. Then I found out I was only anaemic. I threw in medicine and became a theatrical designer.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal a painting by the Dutch artist Vilhelm Hammershoi and look at it in awe.

The song that means most to you...Miss Otis Regrets by Cole Porter. It moves me whenever I hear it.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...When I bought my cottage in Ardentinny, Scotland, 50 years ago. It’s the most stunning place in the world.

The saddest time that shook your world...When my husband [narrator of The Magic Roundabout Eric Thompson] and my brother, James, were ill in 1982. Both were 53 and they died within months of each other. 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To speak French. I have lessons but I can’t imagine I’ll ever manage it without living there.

The philosophy that underpins your life...You have to keep laughing.

The order of service at your funeral... I’d be taken to the crematorium by dustcart with a jazz band playing. I want my ashes scattered in a glen near my home in Scotland and I’d like an unsuitable reading to make everyone smile.

The way you want to be remembered...With a glass of wine and laughter.

The Plug...How Many Camels Are There In Holland? Dementia, Ma And Me by Phyllida Law is published by Fourth Estate, £12.99.  

 

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Published: 23 March 2013

Actor Robson Green:

"I was devastated by my father’s death and I lost a sense of self for a while. He was my role model. His death really made me grow up"

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept the definitive answer. Here, it is actor Robson Green’s turn.

 

The prized possession you value above all others...A family tree of my ancestors going back to a David Robson in 1851. He was a putter – the guy who pushed the carts of coal from a pit – in Rothbury, Northumberland.It hangs in my home in Northumberland and gives me a sense of place and value.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...In 2007 I was filming in South Shields and paid a security guard £10 to keep an eye on my black Range Rover Vogue. I came back and it was smashed up. I went into a rage and said, ‘You’d have to work ten years to afford a car like that!’ He said, ‘That’s not your car!’ Mine was round the corner. 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d spend all morning circling Earth in the space shuttle with the American astronaut Jim Lovell telling me stories about the Apollo 13 mission. We’d ditch in the North Sea and I’d meet my 12-year-old son Taylor [Robson separated from Taylor’s mum Vanya two years ago] for haddock and chips at Robinson Crusoe’s restaurant in Tynemouth. We’d find a pub and watch Newcastle beat Manchester United in the FA Cup Final, while discussing the meaning of life with Professor Brian Cox. Then Taylor and I would hang out at home watching Family Guy DVDs and looking at the stars through my telescope.

The temptation you wish you could resist...I’m addicted to Rowntree’s Randoms and can eat five bags a day.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Skippy Dies by Paul Murray. It’s about unrequited love and takes me back to when I was nine and gave a girl a box of Milk Tray. She ate the lot then went off with the hardest lad in school.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d watch Daniel Day-Lewis preparing for a role.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Reality TV shows like Big Brother. Those people have an attention-seeking disease.

The film you can watch time and time again...It’s A Wonderful Life with Jimmy Stewart. I watch it every Christmas Eve and it always makes me cry.

The person who has influenced you most...Max Roberts, who was the artistic director of my youth theatre when I was 15. He gave me the encouragement to stick with acting and I’ve never forgotten it. We’re still in touch.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...George Stephenson, creator of the Rocket steam train. I’d like to know how you go from being a cobbler and miner to an expert in steam locomotion. How does that happen!?

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...The most ordinary life can be extraordinary, not because of what you are given, but because of what you are able to achieve.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Fireworks. For my 40th birthday [he’s now 48] I was given a course in pyrotechnics. I even spent £25,000 on a display for New Year’s Eve 2005. Boys love a bang!

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...Muhammad Ali’s autograph, which my mum got for me when I was 12. She was a cleaner at the Holiday Inn in Newcastle and he came to stay. It was lost during a move.

The unending quest that drives you on...To go into space. I tried to sell a TV series following me on Richard Branson’s spaceship, but it was turned down – because Branson’s doing one!

The poem that touches your soul...Wilfred Owen’s Dulce Et Decorum Est because it sums up the horror of war.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People often say to me, ‘You’re one lucky Geordie!’ I say, ‘The harder I work, the luckier I get.’ It’s no fluke to survive in this business for 30 years.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...My dad’s death from an aneurism in 2009. He was also called Robson. I lost a sense of self for a while. Dad worked down the pit and taught me what real work is.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...Well, I’ve already got away with serious crimes against music – my three number ones with Jerome Flynn!

The song that means most to you... Bill Withers’ Lovely Day lifts my spirits.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...In December 1973 when Malcolm MacDonald, the legend of Newcastle United, came to our school.

The saddest time that shook your world...When HMS Sheffield was sunk during the Falklands War in 1982. I remember sobbing at the footage.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To play Hotspur in a Royal Shakespeare Company production of Henry IV Part One.  

The philosophy that underpins your life...There are wonderful folk in the world, meet as many as you can.

The order of service at your funeral...Just bury me in the Northumbrian hills while Kathryn Tickell plays The Cliffs Of Old Tynemouth on the pipes. Then I’d like a knees-up at Crusoe’s with re-runs of Soldier Soldier on the TV.

The way you want to be remembered...He was alright, him.

The Plug...Robson’s Extreme Fishing Challenge, Monday, 9pm, Channel 5

 

 

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Published: 16 March 2013

Cold Feet actress Fay Ripley:

‘Suffering two miscarriages at three months in between my two children was a really nasty shock’

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: actress and food author Fay Ripley…

 

The prized possession you value above all others...The basement kitchen at my home in north London. I designed it when my husband Dan [Australian actor Daniel Lapaine] and I gutted the house in 2006. It’s where I’m happiest.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not spending more on my wedding in 2001! My dad, Bev, always said he’d pay for a big wedding, but when it came to it I was really frugal and it came in at £10,000. I could easily have nailed Dad for £100,000.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d have a bagel with salt beef for breakfast with Dan outside Tiffany on 5th Avenue in New York, where we got engaged. Then we’d fly with the kids – Parker, ten, and Sonny, six – to Balmoral beach in Sydney. We’d have grilled fish for lunch at the Bathers’ Pavilion restaurant there and then head to the South of France where my first stop would be at a supermarket. They’re incredible – each one is like Harrods Food Hall. We’d have an early supper at Club 55 in St Tropez with a huge plate of frites and a bottle of Côtes de Provence rosé wine. We’d end the day at Babington House hotel in Somerset.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Handbags. I buy five to ten a year and currently have about 50. I’m particularly into Angel Jackson bags.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Delia Smith’s Complete Illustrated Cookery Course. It was given to me in my 20s and I still use it.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d be a fly on the wall at my kids’ school.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Drivers not obeying the ‘two chevrons spacing’ rule on motorways. I feel like I’m the only person in the country who bothers.

The film you can watch time and time again...American Graffiti from 1973, which is a classic coming-of-age movie about a group of teenagers in 1960s America. I watched it as an incredibly uncool 13-year-old and fell in love with one of the stars, Paul Le Mat.

The person who has influenced you most...My late grandmother, Ivy Winepress Forster. My parents divorced when I was two and I was brought up in two families. My grandmother was a bridge between both worlds – and she made amazing pastry.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Prince Albert. He did so much for our country in terms of its buildings, parks and culture. He was only 42 when he died. I’d like to know what his ambitions would have been if he’d lived longer.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Be a citizen of the world and care as much for a neighbour who lives 1,000 miles away as one who lives down the street.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’m a compulsive room painter. I can decide to change a colour at 9pm and start rollering right away.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A jewellery box containing all the gifts for my christening, including gold sovereign coins, a watch and a gold bracelet. When I was 18 and moving into my first flat I left the door open and someone nipped in and stole it.

The unending quest that drives you on...To bake, to eat, to share.  

The poem that touches your soul...She Is Gone by David Harkins. It tells you that you can smile and live on by remembering the people you lose. 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m a Northerner! Everyone always expects me to speak in a Mancunian accent because of Jenny from Cold Feet, but I was brought up in Surrey.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Getting the job on Cold Feet in 1996. Until then my TV career had been limited to playing unnamed prostitutes.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d stay at the finest hotels and never pay the bill.

The song that means most to you...One Big Family by Templecloud. I put it on loudly while I’m cooking and insist the kids dance with me.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Beating Gordon Ramsay in a blind tasting of our chocolate brownies in the F Word TV show in 2009.

The saddest time that shook your world...Suffering two miscarriages at three months in between my two children. It was a really nasty shock.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To run a food business like a restaurant or a shop.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Give a damn about someone else and they will give a damn about you.

The order of service at your funeral...I want to be cremated on a bonfire in the country with a service that makes everybody cry. I want some Samuel Barber classical music, but then Get Happy by Judy Garland. There will be a huge cake with a figure of me on top, and a goodie bag for everyone.

The way you want to be remembered...For my Bakewell tart! 

The Plug...Fay is the ambassador for Bacon Connoisseurs Week, starting Monday, celebrating great Red Tractor Bacon. Visit www.lovepork.co.uk.

 

 

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Published: 9 March 2013

Actor Brian Cox:

‘I was left on my own at an age when a child shouldn’t be expected to deal with things’

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s the turn of stage and screen actor Brian Cox.

The prized possession you value above all others...A little statue of Ganesh, the Hindu elephant god. I’ve had it for about ten years and it travels everywhere with me. It’s a talisman that helps knock down obstacles in life.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...About 15 years ago I was disparaging about another actor to a woman and told her he was no good for a certain role. She then told me that they were engaged! It was a very uncomfortable moment and I apologised, but the damage was done.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I would need a day of calmness. I’d watch the sun come up on the east coast of Scotland, then have a massage on a beach in Hawaii. My wife Nicole and our children, Orson, 11, and Torin, eight, would join me for a play in the surf. We’d have lunch in the Tarn region of the South of France with Alan and Margaret, my grown-up children from my first marriage, then walk it off with a stroll along the Silver Sands of Morar in Scotland. I’d end the day watching the sunset in Tahiti while sharing a bottle of champagne with Nicole.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Sweets and desserts, especially big puddings like baked Alaska. I’m 66 and diabetic, so I have to be very careful about my sugar intake.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...In Search Of The Miraculous by Russian writer Peter Ouspensky. It teaches you how to live in the moment.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d go inside a totally private Tibetan monastery to observe how the monks live and worship. Hopefully, I’d come away with some special knowledge about life.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...People who presume things really irritate me because their damn presumptions are usually wrong.

The film you can watch time and time again...On The Waterfront with Marlon Brando from 1954. It’s about one man’s struggle against the odds and his courage to stand up to the bad guys. 

The person who has influenced you most...Fulton Mackay. Most people knew him as Mr Mackay from Porridge, but I met him in my teens and he became my mentor. He was a man of great compassion. In 1987 I pressed the button at his cremation to send him on his way. 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...I’d get Jesus, Mohammed and Buddha together and tell them to sort out all the confusion they’ve caused!

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Always say your prayers – but not necessarily to a god. Vocalising your wishes helps them come true.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Sudoku puzzles. I love the logic and some days I’ll do five.   

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A pile of letters to me from John Gielgud and Ralph Richardson. I gave them to my agent to photocopy in the 80s but a cleaner threw them away. I was gutted.

The unending quest that drives you on...Trying to make sense of it all.

The poem that touches your soul...I Am by the 19th-century English poet John Clare. He went mad and wrote it in an asylum. It’s incredibly moving.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m Professor Brian Cox! It happens all the time and last year I even got a letter from Sebastian Coe asking me to carry the Olympic torch through Manchester because of my ‘connections to the city’. They soon apologised for getting the wrong Brian Cox.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...My father, Charles, dying from pancreatic cancer when I was eight. He was only 51 and my mother subsequently had several nervous breakdowns. I was left on my own at an age when a child shouldn’t be expected to deal with things.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would impersonate that other Brian Cox and steal all his royalties! 

The song that means most to you...You Are My Sunshine by Ricky Nelson. It conjures up moments from my childhood of my parents singing it to me, and I’ve sung it to my own children.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...It brings me great happiness when the word ‘Wrap!’ is shouted out on a film or TV production.

The saddest time that shook your world...My father’s death. It was thought right that I was spared the pain of his funeral because I was so young, but I regret not going.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d love to fly a small plane. Just me, up in the clouds. 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Don’t become attached to things because they’ll drag you down. 

The order of service at your funeral...I’d like something theatrical with songs and readings that reflect my life.

The way you want to be remembered...He always gave everything his best.

The Plug...Brian Cox appears in The Weir at London’s Donmar Warehouse from 18 April. Barclay’s Front Row £10 tickets are available from 8 April. Visit www.donmarwarehouse.com.

 

 

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Actress Diana Quick:

"I love to dance flamenco and salsa – if I’m in a shop and hear music I have to stop myself moving to it" 

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s the turn of actress Diana Quick

 The prized possession you value above all others...My three-year-old dog Maude. She’s half lurcher, half Parson Jack Russell and travels with me a lot when I’m on a theatre tour.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Saying mean and catty things. It makes me feel queasy.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d start the day with a platter of tropical fruit by the volcanic Boiling Lake in Dominica with my daughter Mary [28, whose father is actor Bill Nighy] and all my nearest and dearest. We’d have a dip in the Emerald Pool, then fly by helicopter to the Sierra mountains in Ecuador to go skiing. I’d go for lunch in Rome and have fish with champagne risotto and a chocolate desert. After, I’d walk around the Hermitage museum in St Petersburg, then head back to my cottage in Suffolk and cook dinner for my family with a few bottles of Dom Perignon champagne.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Procrastination. It would save me a lot of hassle if I could stop saying, ‘Oh I’ll do that tomorrow’.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...French Provincial Cooking by Elizabeth David, which a boyfriend gave me when I was 19. It gave me the cooking skills that I still use.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day... I’d eavesdrop on the homeless and see what I could do to help them.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Bad driving. I succumb to road rage myself when I see people in cars behaving obnoxiously. I’m filled with a spontaneous, implacable fury.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Spirit Of The Beehive, a Spanish film from 1973. It’s about a girl who befriends a fugitive after the Spanish Civil war. It conjures up images of how I felt as a little girl.

The person who has influenced you most...Mary Davies, who was my English and drama teacher from when I was 13 to 17. She inspired my love for acting. Sadly, she died a few years ago.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Catherine the Great. I’d ask her about her favourite possessions in the Hermitage and why she was such a despot!

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...I would keep it simple: Believe in yourself. If you have confidence in yourself, at least you will take the first step up the mountain, even if the task ahead seems impossible.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity... Dancing – I’ve learnt flamenco and salsa. Even in a shop I’ll hear music and I have to stop myself moving to it.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A Tiffany diamond necklace I was given 35 years ago by my then boyfriend Albert Finney. He took me to the store in New York and there in a cabinet was a single necklace waiting for me. He’d set it all up. I was devastated when it was stolen in a burglary in 2011.

The unending quest that drives you on...To feel at peace with myself in understanding why we’re here and that I’d done the best I could if life were to suddenly stop.

The poem that touches your soul...So Many Different Lengths Of Time by Brian Patten, one of the great Liverpool poets of the 60s. It’s about death and it particularly resonates with me now because I’ve reached that age, 66, when people close to me have started to die.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m scary. I’m not sure if it’s down to the perception from interviews or the roles I’ve played, such as judges. I’m actually kind and generous-spirited. 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...I contracted Hepatitis A when I was 19. I was in a coma for ten days and it was touch and go. My idea of the world changed afterwards. I suddenly knew I was mortal and I became more measured.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d take money from every major corporation and redistribute it to those in need.  The song that means most to you...Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye. Hearing it always makes me happy and want to dance.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The moment Mary opened her eyes after three days of being unconscious in hospital following a car accident when she was two-and-a-half.  

The saddest time that shook your world...That accident. We were in a major pile-up in fog on the A12 north of Ipswich. At first she was conscious and was only complaining of stomachache, but when we got to hospital we realised she had severe internal injuries and needed emergency surgery.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To play fading actress Arkadina in Chekhov’s The Seagull.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Try to live each day as if it is the only one. Be here now. 

The order of service at your funeral...I’m not religious and all I definitely want is for them to play Listen To The Lion by Van Morrison and scatter my ashes somewhere in Suffolk.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who could be trusted.

The Plug...Diana appears in The American Plan – first play in the 2013 Ustinov Studio season – at Bath’s Theatre Royal, from Thursday until 6 April.

 

 

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Published: 23 February 2013

Simply Red star Mick Hucknall:

‘I suffer from Dyscalculia – number blindness – I was made to feel stupid but art school opened up the world of creativity for me and I loved it’

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s the turn of Simply Red singer Mick Hucknall.

The prized possession you value above all others...My health. A few months ago I was diagnosed with a thyroid condition that’s led to side effects like bloating and mood swings. They say I’m going to make a full recovery and I’m determined to stay healthy.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I’ve always enjoyed that Frank Sinatra line, ‘Regrets, I’ve had a few. But, then again, too few to mention’. I’m having such an amazing life, what could I possibly regret?

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d spend the day having a glass of wine in each of the top vineyards in the world starting in Bordeaux to taste a Châteaux Latour 1982, then Burgundy, followed by the Rhine and Northern Italy. By this point I’d be pretty drunk, but I’d stagger on to South America and end the day in South Australia for a glass of Penfolds Grange 1962.  

The temptation you wish you could resist...Drinking too much good wine! It’s been my only vice – along with 90 per cent of the British population!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain. I was a working-class kid in Manchester when I first read that. It made me daydream of going on adventures like him.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d spend a day on the beach with my family, knowing that no one would take pictures of me. It always happens and I find it embarrassing, hurtful and unkind.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...People speeding in built-up areas. It’s tragic and scary that they don’t appreciate the potential consequences.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Quiet Man with John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara from 1952. I was brought up without a mum [his mother, also named Maureen, walked out when Mick was three and he has never known her] and seeing O’Hara with her striking red hair made me fantasise that my mum looked like that.

The person who has influenced you most...My dad Reg, who died in 2009, was a big influence because he brought me up. My wife Gabriella has also been a great influence, and my five-year-old daughter Romy influences the way I behave – because I have to go to bed early to get up with her!

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The 17th-century Dutch painter Jan Vermeer. He could make ordinary things, like a milk jug, look extraordinary. I got a degree in fine art and I love painting. Maybe I could get a few tips from him.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Avoid making enemies. I was brought up to always tell the truth, but the truth can hurt people. Now I think it’s wiser to be conciliatory.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Medical research. I’m fascinated to see how our understanding of DNA and stem cells will change how we think we fit into the universe.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...The Sex Pistols were a huge influence on me and I  had two copies of the original 1976  Anarchy In The UK on vinyl. But they were stolen in burglaries when I lived  in Moss Side, Manchester, in 1982.

The unending quest that drives you on...Composing something great that will last forever. The poem that touches your soul... Roads To France about the First World War by the English poet Tony Walton. That first line, ‘And finally I realised that all roads led to France’, encompasses the futility of war.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...I often read interviews describing me as short. It’s bewildering because I’m 5ft 11in.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Going to art school when I was 16. I’d been at a grammar school from 11 to 15 and because I suffer from Dyscalculia – number blindness – I was made to feel stupid. Art school opened up the world of creativity for me and I loved it.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d do a major gold heist like a real life Lavender Hill Mob, but with better planning!

The song that means most to you...Holding Back The Years. I wrote that when I was 17 and first released it with a group called Frantic Elevators, but it only sold 25 copies. It came out again with Simply Red in 1985 and changed the trajectory of my life. 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The birth of my daughter in 2007. It was incredible and joyful.

The saddest time that shook your world...The shooting of John Lennon. It just seemed such a tragic waste.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...My next song. It’s always to write my next song.

The philosophy that underpins your life...To keep the freedom to work.

The order of service at your funeral...A proper knees-up with plenty of great music and humour.

The way you want to be remembered...As a singer and songwriter.

The Plug...A deluxe double CD version of Mick’s album American Soul is out now. Visit, www.mickhucknall.com and follow @SimplyRedHQ on Twitter.   

Simply Red Singer Mick Hucknall

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Published: 16 February 2013

BBC Breakfast presenter Susanna Reid:

‘My parents’ divorce made me a commitment-phobe but my partner accepts why I don’t want to marry’

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: BBC Breakfast’s Susanna Reid

The prized possession you value above all others...A copy of the Gormenghast Trilogy by Mervyn Peake, which the actress Harriet Walter gave to me after I played her daughter in Channel 4’s The Price when I was 13. It reminds me of a life-changing experience. I loved acting but I didn’t pursue it because so few actors succeed.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...That I’ve not written a novel. I’m terrified of committing to the page, but I’ll be sorry if I come to the end of my life and haven’t written one.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up with my partner Dominic and our threes sons – Sam, ten, Finn, nine, and Jack, seven – at the Cipriani hotel in Venice, then we’d head to the Hollywood Roosevelt hotel in LA for breakfast. I’d have scrambled eggs with asparagus, spinach and avocado, followed by pancakes with fruit and whipped butter. Then we’d hang out by the pool. Later we’d have a picnic lunch in the dunes at Camber Sands in East Sussex and play on the beach. In the evening, Dom and I would have margaritas and burritos at the Puerto Alegre Mexican restaurant in San Francisco with a mariachi band playing.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Checking Twitter. It’s endlessly fascinating, but it’s also a black hole for your time and energy. 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. It spoke to me as a  teenager and I marvelled at its complexity in my 20s and 30s, but now I’m 42 and a mother it feels unbearably cruel. 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d see what my children do at school because when I ask them, they all say, ‘Nothing!’

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...People describing their dreams. Is there anything more pointless?

The film you can watch time and time again...Bugsy Malone from 1976. I always cry during You Give A Little Love, the song at the end.   

The person who has influenced you most...My partner, Dominic. I was a commitment phobe until we met, but since then I’ve learnt a lot. He’s very supportive and accepts why I don’t want to get married. I had a choppy childhood after my parents divorced when I was nine. I want us to do it our way.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The American writer Dorothy Parker. She was a clever, glamorous, witty and acerbic poet.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...The same Goethe quote my mum passed on to me, ‘Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.’ It’s basically saying you can do anything, just get started.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Hip-hop music. I’m not sure why the sound from the American ghettos speaks to a middle class white girl from Croydon, but I love it. There is something primal about the beat and the defiance of the lyrics. It is so powerful. In my alternative universe, I am a DJ in a hip-hop nightclub!

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...Silence. I’ve had tinnitus since Finn’s birth, which probably resulted from a difficult labour.

The unending quest that drives you on...To ensure that my children have happy and fulfilled childhoods.

The poem that touches your soul...Still I Rise by American poet Maya Angelou, which is about her fighting oppression to make a success of her life.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I hate my commute to Salford. I spend 21 hours a week travelling from London, but I relish that time and get lots done. And I’d be doing housework otherwise!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Becoming editor of my student newspaper Epigram at Bristol University when I was 19. It gave me a mission for my life.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it... I’d nobble the results in the Championship so Crystal Palace would get automatic promotion to the Premier League.

The song that means most to you...Coldplay’s Paradise. It’s cheesy, but it fills me with love and optimism. 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Seeing my family as I reached the 18th mile in last year’s London Marathon. To know how proud they were of me carried me to the end.

The saddest time that shook your world...When my mum told me she and Dad were getting divorced. I cried and cried. I don’t blame them and I know it was the right thing, but it was so sad. 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To finish this year’s Marathon in under five hours. I did five hours, 12 minutes last time. 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Everything seems impossible – until it’s done.  

The order of service at your funeral...I’m not religious so I’ll leave it up to my family to decide if they want a spiritual service. I’d like my ashes to be buried next to my grandparents in Croydon.

The way you want to be remembered...By family and friends, as someone who loved unconditionally. By viewers, as someone who brightened the mornings. And as an award-winning novelist!

The Plug...Susanna presents BBC Breakfast, daily, from 6am, BBC1.  

 

Good Morning Britain Presenter (and Pierce Moron assistant) Susanna Reid

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Published: 9 February 2013

Actor and novelist Simon Williams:

 ‘I love the ritual of cleaning shoes. I used to do it for prefects at Harrow and if friends come round with grubby shoes I’ll go off and clean them’

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: Upstairs, Downstairs actor Simon Williams.

 

The prized possession you value above all others...The address book on my iPhone. I have over 1,000 contacts in there. If I lost it I’d become a recluse.  

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not going to drama school. My father [playwright and actor Hugh Williams] was opposed to the idea. He wanted me to be a hotelier. I’ve never felt part of the elite circle of actors who did go. 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d begin the day with a walk along the cliffs in Polzeath, Cornwall, with my wife Lucy and my Collie-cross Flute. We’d join our family on the beach for a game of rounders, then I’d bodysurf. In the afternoon I’d doze in the garden hammock at our home near Henley, Oxfordshire, while listening to a Test match on the radio. At sundown, Lucy and I would have a fruit punch cocktail to some Bob Marley at Goldeneye, Ian Fleming’s house in Jamaica. In the evening we’d go to the latest big musical in the West End, then have a dinner full of laughter at The Ivy with friends.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Interrupting. I do it because I fear that a brilliant thought I’ve had will be lost forever, but it’s very rude.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Goodbye To All That by Robert Graves. It evokes the England that was lost after the Great War. It was the mainspring of my research for James Bellamy in Upstairs, Downstairs.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d rewrite the Autocue scripts just before the party leaders make their political broadcasts, forcing them to tell the truth.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...The voice on the telephone that says, ‘The person you are calling knows you are waiting.’ What’s wrong with just having the engaged tone?

The film you can watch time and time again...Some Like It Hot with Jack Lemmon, Tony Curtis and Marilyn Monroe. It’s the most immaculate film, with amazing performances. 

The person who has influenced you most...Richard Attenborough. I’ve known him for 40 years and his energy and compassion always inspire me.   

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Pontius Pilate. I’d love to know if he regrets washing his hands of Jesus.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Don’t ask permission, ask for forgiveness. Act now, say sorry later.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Cleaning shoes. I used to do it for prefects at Harrow and I love the ritual. If friends come round with grubby shoes I’ll go off and clean them.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My father’s make-up box, which I inherited in 1969. It was stolen in 1970 and I still miss it. 

The unending quest that drives you on...To be more patient, especially with inanimate objects like the car.
The poem that touches your soul...Cynarae by the 19th-century English poet Ernest Dowson. It’s a haunting poem to lost love. 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People still expect me to be like James Bellamy. He was a humourless, rude, chauvinistic, upper-class cad. I’m quite cuddly!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...I went to see a clairvoyant when I was 18 who said I was one of twins. I told my mother and she revealed she’d miscarried my twin brother at four months. I was quite shocked and it made me realise I could have been the one who perished and fuelled my desire to live life for him as well as for me.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal banker Fred Goodwin’s ill-gotten gains and give them to Comic Relief.  

The song that means most to you...Sad Sweet Dreamer by the Stylistics. It reminds me of my wife. It’s our song.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Leaving Harrow School in 1962 when I was 16. I hated it. Many of the teachers were ex-military bullies.

The saddest time that shook your world...Learning about the Holocaust when I was 12. It shook me to know that such evil was possible.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To be original as an actor and as a writer.

The philosophy that underpins your life... As George Bernard Shaw wrote for Professor Higgins in Pygmalion: ‘The great secret is not having bad manners or good manners or any other particular sort of manners, but having the same manner for all human souls.’

The order of service at your funeral..A Book Of Common Prayer service at my local church, St Bartholomew’s in Nettlebed, beginning with Psalm 121, which is my favourite, followed by the hymns The Battle Hymn Of The Republic and There Is A Green Hill Far Away. I would like a eulogy with plenty of jokes and, of course, lots of flattery.

The way you want to be remembered...With a smile and as someone who didn’t take himself too seriously.

The Plug...As a Vice President of Denville Hall, the retirement home for actors and actresses, we are forever in need of funds. Please visit denville hall.org.uk.

 

 

Actor And Novelist Simon Williams

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Published: 2 February 2013

BBC News titan John Simpson:

 ‘I wish people would stop thinking I’m David Attenborough. I’m half-flattered, but half-irritated because he’s nearly 20 years older than me!’

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: BBC World Affairs editor John SImpson

 

The prized possession you value above all others...A 12th-century Chinese bowl I bought in Beijing in 2000. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...When a young man called Kamran was killed in a bombing by an American F-15 in Iraq in 2003. He was 24 and working for me as an interpreter. It was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me professionally.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up with my wife Dee and our six-year-old son Rafe in our flat near the Eiffel Tower in Paris and go for coffee and a croissant. We’d rent a pedal car by the Tower for Rafe, then maybe see some art before heading to Johannesburg, where Dee is from. We’d go for a long lazy lunch and I’d have Mozambique prawns and a bottle of white South African wine. We’d then go back to our home in Chelsea where we’d meet my daughters, Julia, 43, and Eleanor, 41, from my first marriage and my six grandchildren. We’d all go for noodles at New Culture Revolution restaurant on the King’s Road. I’d have a quiet night in after that watching a DVD with a glass of Laphroaig whisky.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Books. I have about 4,000 and I love the smell and feel of them.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne. It’s very funny, and quite rude, and I take it everywhere.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d hang out with Rafe to see how he interacts with his friends when I’m not around.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...People speaking loudly on mobile phones – unless, of course, it’s me!

The film you can watch time and time again...Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday, with Jacques Tati. I’ve loved it since I was a boy and now my son loves it.

The person who has influenced you most...My uncle, Brian Brooks, who helped bring me up when my parents separated when I was seven. He’s in his 80s now. He’s very cultured and taught me about books and music.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...I’m interested in dictators, the crazier the better. I’d love to interview Joseph Stalin and ask him about the death and destruction he caused.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...It’s from the poem Santa Teresa’s Bookmark by Henry Wads-worth Longfellow: ‘Patient endurance attaineth to all things.’ If you hang in there, everything comes right.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...The video game Angry Birds! You wouldn’t expect a bloke of 68 to be interested in that, but Rafe introduced me to it. I do my best to win, but he’ll often get double my score.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A gold Roman ring I bought in Damascus in 1997, which was stolen two years later at a hotel in Algiers. Amazingly, it came up for sale on eBay in 2002 and I bought it for £50, but when it arrived it had been altered and flattened, so much of its charm was lost.

The unending quest that drives you on...Taking the next breath! I’m determined to have a long life and see my son and grandchildren grow up.

The poem that touches your soul...Tennyson’s Ulysses, which is about an old king striking out with a bunch of elderly followers. It’s a blueprint for my life. 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m David Attenborough! I’m half-flattered, but half-irritated because he’s nearly 20 years older than me!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Choosing to stay with my father when my mother, Joy, said she was leaving him. I was seven years old and didn’t really know what I was doing. But she was a war widow and had two children from her first marriage, whereas dad had no one else, so I felt I should stick with him. My mother was devastated and never recovered from it. Although we were loving, our relationship was always completely awkward and strained because I felt so terribly guilty for rejecting her. She died in 1983.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d bankrupt the property companies building awful glass towers across London.

The song that means most to you...Always by Deanna Durbin from the 1940s. My father sang it to me and I have sung it to my kids.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Watching Nelson Mandela become president of South Africa in 1994. I’d just interviewed him and as he was swearing the oath he caught my eye and gave me a little wink.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my father in 1980. He was 65 and died from a massive heart attack. He was a difficult bloke but full of invention and wit.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To be reporting when the next country becomes free.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Acceptance, forgiveness and love. Woody Allen says it in the film Broadway Danny Rose.

The order of service at your funeral...A fairly solemn service at Chelsea Old Church with some readings and hymns people can belt out. After that I want everyone to go to the local pub – The Pig’s Ear – for drinks and some stories.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who was light-hearted, jolly and adventurous. 

The Plug...John Simpson’s new series, BBC News: The Editors, will be on BBC1 in the spring.

 

 

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Published: 26 January 2013

Birds of a Feather actress Linda Robson:

 ‘People think I’m a bit dopey because Tracey in Birds Of A Feather was like that. But I’m actually streetwise and sharp and have never bottled out of anything’

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: Birds of a Feather actress Linda Robson

  

The prized possession you value above all others...My family photo albums. My daughter Lauren, 29, has put together about 100 albums, in date order from when I was a child. They’re an amazing record of my life, career and family. 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Never learning to play the piano – except for Chopsticks.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d spend the morning in Cyprus with Lauren, my other daughter Bobbie, 16, son Louis, 20, and husband Mark. We’ve been going to the same place for 25 years and love it because it’s so relaxed. Then Mark and I would have a cocktail and lunch at Venice’s Hotel Danieli, followed by a gondola ride. After that I’d go to the Vatican to hear the Pope give a Mass in St Peter’s Square, then have dinner with all the family at my favourite restaurant, Oslo Court in London’s St John’s Wood. Mark and I would end the night at Jimmy’z club in Monte Carlo.  

The temptation you wish you could resist...Mature cheese – the smellier the better. But it packs on the pounds. 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Bette And Joan: The Divine Feud by Shaun Considine. It brings the glamour of old Hollywood to life and reveals the nasty jealousy behind Bette Davis and Joan Crawford’s rivalry. 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d go into schools and destroy all the lice in children’s hair. I’m appalled at how lax schools are.  

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Coming in from work and finding my kids have left the house like a tip.

] The film you can watch time and time again...Miracle On 34th Street from 1994 with Richard Attenborough. The whole family watches it every Christmas Eve. It makes me cry every time.
The person who has influenced you most...The drama teacher Anna Scher. She was my English teacher when I was eight at school in Islington and opened a drama school for 10p a class. She changed my life. We’re still in touch. 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The women’s rights activist Emmeline Pankhurst. Us women owe her a hell of a lot. I’d love to know how she overcame her fear to do what she did. 

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Respect others and you’ll get respect in return.    

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Computers. I resisted for years, then 18 months ago I did a free two-hour course in my local library and I’ve been hooked ever since.     
The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A KitKat wrapper I saw Donny Osmond step on 40 years ago! I was such a mad fan. Someone threw it away when we last moved house. I met Donny in 2002 and told him about it. He must have thought I was a nutter. 

The unending quest that drives you on...To maintain the freedom to choose what work I do. Mark and I aren’t rich, but we’re comfortably off – enough for me not to have to take any acting job. That’s a lovely privilege.

The poem that touches your soul...Poetry and me don’t really click because most of it goes over my head, but I love The Black Cat Piddled In The White Cat’s Eye – when it’s said by a very drunk Pauline Quirke!  

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People think I’m a bit dopey because Tracey in Birds Of A Feather was like that. But I’m actually streetwise and sharp and have never bottled out of anything. 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Getting the job on Birds Of A Feather in 1989. Until then I was struggling to pay the bills, but that changed everything. Now new scripts are being written and the plan is to bring it back, which is very exciting. 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...To pull an emergency stop lever on a fast intercity train just to see what it would be like.  

The song that means most to you...Reet Petite (The Sweetest Girl In Town) by Jackie Wilson. My mum’s name was Rita and that was her song. It was played at her funeral last August and I’ll always smile – and cry – when I hear it. 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Seeing my granddaughter Lila born last March. To witness that miracle of life was truly amazing.  

The saddest time that shook your world...Losing my mum broke my heart. She was 75 and had dementia and cancer. I miss her so much. 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To do a parachute jump. I’m determined to do one this year for Marie Curie Cancer Care. 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Do I want it? Do I need it? Will I use it? I spend too much so that’s my mantra before I buy anything. 

The order of service at your funeral...I’ll go out to I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor and I’ll leave enough money for a party. I’ve already bought the plot for my ashes next to my mum and dad in a cemetery in Finchley, north London.  

The way you want to be remembered...As a loving and funny wife, friend, mother and grandmother. 

The Plug...The Birds Of A Feather theatre tour continues from 26 February in Coventry. Visit www.birdsontour.com.

 

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Comedian Alan Davies:

 ‘I’ve had to live with the absence of my mother since she died when I was six, I still think of her every single day’

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: comic and QI star Alan DAvies

 

The prized possession you value above all others...My family photos. I’ve got 1,200 of my kids – Susie, three, and my son Bobby, 18 months – on my iPhone. I only have two pictures of my mum Shirley, who died when I was six. They’re irreplaceable.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Dumping a girlfriend when I was at university so I could go out with one of her best friends. I went out with the new girl for five years but found out she’d been having an affair with my best mate for three of them!

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d start the day with a walk around an empty and foggy St Mark’s Square in Venice with my wife Katie. We’d go skiing in Cervinia in Italy, then shopping in Manhattan, stopping at a New York deli for a sandwich. The kids would join us on a beach in Thailand, then I’d go scuba diving. We’d watch the sunset over Ayers Rock in Australia, then Katie and I would go back to New York for a Broadway show. I’d end the day with the family on a boat on the Doubtful Sound fjord in the South Island of New Zealand, drinking a local bottle of Villa Maria sauvignon blanc.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Cheese and pickle sandwiches with crusty bread. They’re so fattening.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...A Prayer For Owen Meany by John Irving. It’s about the absence of a mother, so I really connect with it. 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d wander around MI6 headquarters in London listening to all the secret meetings.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Wilful stupidity. I can’t stand people who take pride in ignorance.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Blues Brothers from 1980. John Belushi was a big hero in my teens and I love him in that film.

The person who has influenced you most...The comedian Dave Allen [who died in 2005]. He came to see me at the Edinburgh Festival 20 years ago. We had dinner afterwards and he complimented my act. That spurred me on.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The Russian playwright Anton Chekhov. He died just before the Russian Revolution, so it would be fascinating to know what he thought of Russia today.  

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...

Always listen to people, you might learn something – even if it’s where to find a good chip shop!

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Motorbikes. I go to MotoGP races and love watching these courageous guys ride lethal machines. 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My Suzuki DR650 motorbike, which was stolen when I was 29. It was my pride and joy.  

The unending quest that drives you on...To perform the perfect gig where you ad-lib a lot with a great audience.  

The poem that touches your soul...A friend, John Hegley, is a poet and he wrote a poem about Katie and me for our wedding. It was very special.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People think I’m an idiot because of all the things I get wrong on QI. But it may not be a misapprehension!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Going to Loughton College of Further Education in Essex at 16. I did media studies A-level, which introduced me to drama.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d bury an architect who once worked for me in a concrete pylon on a flyover. His plans for a house I used to own ended up costing four times the estimate.

The song that means most to you...St Swithin’s Day by Billy Bragg. His album Brewing Up spoke to me when I was 18. He seemed to know what it’s like for a boy to become a man. 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Michael Thomas scoring the second goal against Liverpool which meant Arsenal won the League in 1989.

The saddest time that shook your world...Losing my mum in 1972. She was 38 when she died from leukaemia. It was like a massive emotional depth charge had been detonated which would bubble up throughout my life. I still think of her every single day.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d love to make a film with Steve Martin.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Look for the good in the world. Don’t focus on the bad things. 

The order of service at your funeral...I’m not religious, so I don’t want a church service. I carry a donor card, which I think is important, and I’m hoping there won’t be much left of me before cremation. I’d like the coffin to disappear to Everybody Needs Somebody To Love by the Blues Brothers and I’ll leave enough money for people to have a drink and a few laughs.

The way you want to be remembered...Fondly by my wife and children. And as someone who spent ages trying to correct all the wrong things about himself on Wikipedia!

The Plug...Alan Davies’ stand-up show Life Is Pain is at London’s Hammersmith Apollo on 16 and 17 February. Visit www.mickperrin.com.  

 

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Choreographer & TV judge Arlene Phillips:

 ‘People think I am tough and nasty, but they meet me and say, ‘I never thought you’d be so nice!’ 

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: dance judge Arelene Phillips

 

The prized possession you value above all others...A bottle of 1950s perfume that belonged to my mother, Rita. She died from leukaemia when she was only 43 and I was 15. It was devastating – I doubt I’ll ever truly get over it.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Being so strict with my daughter Alana [now 33]. I was too demanding about homework, extra lessons – everything. Children need freedom to grow and not have such a firm hand restricting their development.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...Breakfast with my husband Angus at the Hotel Cipriani in Venice, then off to New York for a shopping spree at Bloomingdale’s – with no spending limit! After lunch at a fish restaurant at Double Bay in Sydney with Alana and my other daughter Abi, 22. I’d begin the evening with a fabulous fruit cocktail at the Savoy hotel in Moscow, then have sushi before watching the Bolshoi Ballet do Swan Lake. I’d end the day with Angus at the George V hotel in Paris.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Ice cream from the Marble Slab Creamery in Toronto. They have the most amazing varieties – I like birthday cake flavour with rainbow sprinkles.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. I’ve read it 100 times and it’s taught me so much about families and relationships.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d visit hospitals to check the elderly are being cared for properly. I get so upset when old people are mistreated.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Rudeness in all its forms.

The film you can watch time and time again...West Side Story has everything – laughter, love, passion, sorrow, tragedy. It makes me cry every time.

The person who has influenced you most...My mother, who was so generous, kind and gentle. I’ve always wanted to be like her, but I think I fall short.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Fred Astaire. I’d ask him where the inspiration for his dancing came from. No one has ever come close to his brilliance. Maybe we could have a dance.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Only behave the way you expect others to behave towards you.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’ve been collecting children’s antique sewing machines for 25 years and I have about 70 now.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A Tiffany pen given to me by the Australian film director Russell Mulcahy in the 1980s as a thank-you for all the videos we worked on together, including Duran Duran’s Wild Boys. It reminded me of those wonderful, crazy days.

The unending quest that drives you on... To leave a financial legacy to my kids and my extended family. I had a tough childhood and came from nothing, so I know how hard it is to work your way up. I’d be so proud if I could leave them a little something to help.

The poem that touches your soul...Daffodils by William Wordsworth has resonated with me ever since I was very young. These days it always gives me a sense of peace.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m the super tough Queen of Mean. It began from the Hot Gossip days in the 1970s because I was such a hard taskmaster and it carried on with Strictly. People meet me and say, ‘I never thought you’d be so nice.’

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Watching a jazz dance class by a teacher called Molly Molloy in Covent Garden in 1966 when I was 23. I was down from Manchester for a week of lessons but I phoned my father to say I wasn’t coming back. My life was changed forever.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d break into Selfridges at night and raid the clothes, shoes and bags departments.

The song that means most to you...I’m Still Standing by Elton John from 1983. I choreographed the video in Cannes and we had the most magical four days of fun filming. But the lyrics also strike a chord with me. Despite all the knocks I’ve had, I’m still standing.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...My 40th birthday party. It was a wild night that ended with Andrew Lloyd Webber playing The Everly Brothers on the piano.

The saddest time that shook your world...Losing my mum so young was awful, but my world was shaken when my manager Michael Summerton died from cancer in 2009. He was lovely.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To play the piano.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Wake up and get on with it.

The order of service at your funeral...There won’t be much of me left, as I’m leaving my body to science. The rest will be cremated. I want a fast ceremony with as little fuss as possible.

The way you want to be remembered...As a loving mum.

The Plug...For tickets for the new production of Starlight Express visit starlightexpressthemusical.com. Follow me on Twitter at @arlenephillips.

 

 

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BBC News presenter Nicholas Owen:

When I lost my mother I cried until my insides hurt and my tears ran out’

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: BBC newsreader Nick Owen

 

The prized possession you value above all others...A Longines watch my wife Brenda bought me for Christmas 25 years ago. It’s a timeless classic that’s become part of me.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I regret not being the best of husbands during the first year or two after Brenda and I got married in 1982. I’d been divorced from my first wife in 1979 and I was quite gloomy, but we got through it and have been happily married ever since.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I would begin with a hearty bowl of porridge for breakfast at our home in Surrey, then travel with Brenda on a high-speed TGV train through France for coffee in Cannes. We’d have a pre-lunch glass of rosé wine in Madrid, then have the catch of the day for lunch at a restaurant in Stanley on the Falkland Islands. From there I’d fly to Antarctica to stand on a glacier and marvel at the landscape. For dinner we’d go to Buenos Aires for a huge steak and maybe one more glass of rosé and spend the rest of the evening wandering around and joining in the spontaneous dancing in the streets.

The temptation you wish you could resist... Ginger biscuits. I can eat an entire packet in one sitting, although I’m lucky because I don’t put on weight.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Dickens’ Nicholas Nickleby. I read it when I was ten and I was gripped by the cliffhangers.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I would travel all over the country by train sitting next to the drivers in their cabs. I have loved trains since I was about four.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Cyclists! I can’t abide how they break the rules, riding on the pavement and going through red lights.

The film you can watch time and time again... Citizen Kane. Orson Welles’ performance is so great that the film never diminishes.

The person who has influenced you most...My father Tom. I was eight when my mother, Edna, died of rheumatic fever and he was in his mid-30s, so he had to deal with the most ghastly situation, yet he maintained such incredible stoicism. He always encouraged me to be my own man. He died from pancreatic cancer when he was 61 in 1981.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Horatio Nelson. I’d love him to explain the qualities needed to be a great leader. 

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...If a door is open, go through it. There’s nothing worse than regret.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Playing bridge. It’s all about memory and concentration, both of which I’m bad at, but it draws me in every time.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My right kidney! A cancerous tumour was found on it in 2002 and it had to be removed. I was incredibly fortunate it was discovered early and I’ve made a full recovery.

The unending quest that drives you on...To keep working in news. 

The poem that touches your soul...Ozymandias by Percy Shelley. It’s all about the frailty of humanity and that all things must pass.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m the TV presenter Nick Owen! Nick has the same problem and is always introduced as me at events, but we’ve decided not to bother correcting people any more.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The death of my mother when she was just 34. My world was blown away and because I never had a normal family set-up, I felt an outsider. But it made me never take anything for granted.  

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would steal £100,000 – no more, or less -from one of the big insurance firms and distribute it to family and friends.  

The song that means most to you...The Great Pretender by Freddie Mercury. You have to be a performer to be on television, so it chimes with me.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...My wedding to Brenda at Gateshead Register Office. There were only us and three others, but it was very romantic.

The saddest time that shook your world...Losing my mother. An aunt told me she’d died and I cried until my insides hurt and my tears ran out.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To visit China and Japan. I’ve travelled a lot, but that part of the world has always eluded me.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Carpe diem – seize the day. I’ve taken this approach since my brush with cancer. I say ‘yes’ and get on with it.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d want a quiet, private cremation with a reading of John Keats’ poem To Autumn with the Lacrimosa from Mozart’s Requiem and the beautiful hymn Morning Has Broken. I’d want my ashes scattered in my garden in Surrey, in view of the North Downs.

The way you want to be remembered...He got on with it. 

The Plug...My memoir Days Like This is out now (Blenheim Press, £9.95). www.blenheimpressltd.co.uk.

 

 

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Published: 29 December 2012

TV comic Alexander Armstong:

 ‘I regret spending too much money on wine. I can’t resist bidding in auctions and now have about 1,400 bottles’

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week: TV actor Alexander Armstrong

 

The prized possession you value above all others...An antique comic from the 1750s that was once owned by my great-great grandmother. It was given to my two-year-old son Edward by an aunt for his christening, but I panic if I don’t know exactly where it is.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not having known my grandfathers Rex and Lucius well. They were both dead by the time I was 13 and there’s so much I’d love to have asked them about their lives. 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up on a sunny day with my wife Hannah and our three sons – Rex, five, Patrick, three, and Edward – in our house in Oxfordshire. We’d have breakfast in the garden then I’d take a long horse ride around the Pyramids of Giza, Egypt, then have an ice-cold beer at the Mena House Oberoi hotel in Cairo. I’d have lunch with the family by Lake Como in Italy followed by windsurfing on the lake. The weather would then turn wintry and we’d go to Cliveden House in Berkshire for a cream tea by an open fire. I’d then go for a brisk walk on Simonside Hills in Rothbury, Northumberland, to watch the sunset. The day would end with a dinner party for close friends at our house in London.  The temptation you wish you could resist...Spending too much money on wine. I can’t resist bidding in auctions and now have about 1,400 bottles.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...F Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. I’ve read it at least ten times and I’m still thrilled by its sophistication.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day... I’d attend a top secret briefing for the Prime Minister in the Cabinet Office on a matter of national security. It would be fascinating to hear what’s really said,

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Tutting. It’s the peculiarly British noise of a whinger saying, ‘Life is awful, everything’s loaded against me.’

The film you can watch time and time again...Quiet Wedding from 1941, a funny and touching romance written by my great-aunt Esther McCracken. Sadly, my only copy was chewed by my video machine and it’s impossible to find another one without paying a fortune for your own print from the National Film Archive.

The person who has influenced you most...The TV producer Jimmy Mulville has been an incredible mentor.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...My ancestor Edward Somerset, 2nd Marquess of Worcester. He had a terrible military career under Charles I, but later invented a prototype steam engine.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Make friends and do all you can to keep them. And try to be useful.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Choral music. I’m a trained baritone and sang in choirs from the age of 11 until I was 22. I still get asked to sing at events occasionally.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...The years I wasted having fun instead of learning English at Trinity College, Cambridge.

The unending quest that drives you on... To have a dream country house with a walled garden and a vegetable patch.

The poem that touches your soul...The Irish hymn Be Thou My Vision has been sung at every family wedding and funeral since I was a child. It always moves me.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase... Some people may think I’m a toff because of the parts I’ve acted, but I’m not.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Meeting my wife Hannah when I was 32. I started growing up and focusing on family life.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d pull off a sophisticated diamond heist that baffles the world’s finest detectives.

The song that means most to you... Jesu, Meine Freude by Johann Sebastian Bach is beautiful and has a real sense of life’s cycle and of renewal.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The birth of my first son Rex in 2007 was amazing. I still get a surge of joy every time I drive past the hospital in Paddington where he was born.

The saddest time that shook your world...When my cousin Alistair was killed in a car crash in 1987. He was 12 and I was 17. It was the first time I’d ever received truly shocking news.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To do more films. I’ve made a few but for some reason I haven’t been asked to do any lately. 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Be happy and enthusiastic.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d have a traditional service at our parish church in Oxfordshire, where I want to be buried. I’d have Nunc Dimittis in G, followed by Gute Nacht and Be Thou My Vision. I’d then lay on a massive wake with plenty of whisky as a nod to my Irish and Scottish roots.

The way you want to be remembered...As a good father and a decent person who was good company – not a bore!

The Plug...The 100 Most Pointless Things In The World by Alexander Armstrong and Richard Osman is out now in hardback (Coronet, £14.99).

 

 

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Published: 15 December 2012

Fashion icon Mary Quant:

 

The prized possession you value above all others...My home in Surrey. It was left to my husband [Alexander Plunket Greene who died in 1990] by his great aunt. We moved here after we got married in 1957. It’s where I’m happiest.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I’ve always loved painting and drawing. I wish I’d developed it more and exhibited.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d have breakfast in the garden at home with my partner Antony Rouse, then we’d go to the Pembrokeshire coast in Wales for a bracing swim. We’d have an alfresco lunch at Il Pomodorino by Lake Como, Italy, with my son Orlando, his wife and my three grandchildren – Lucas, ten, Allegra, eight, and Massimo, seven. I’d have risotto and chilled white wine, then we’d all relax in the afternoon by the lake. I’d end the day staying at La Colombe d’Or hotel in Saint-Paul de Vence, in the South of France.  

The temptation you wish you could resist...Wine, especially Pouilly Fumé. I’ve always enjoyed not resisting temptation, but I’m 78 now and you have to be careful. 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling. It reminds you of the potent effect animals have on our lives.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...It’s not in my nature to want to spy on people. I can tell everything I need to know about a person from what they’re wearing. 

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...That funerals have to be celebrations! I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a bit of wailing.

The film you can watch time and time again...Gone With The Wind. I love its grand scope and it’s kind of sexy, but in a romantic way.

The person who has influenced you most...Alexander. He encouraged my designs and launched the business. Without his drive and fearlessness I honestly don’t think I would have achieved half the things I did. 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The Italian designer Elsa Schiaparelli. She was one of the truly great designers of the 20th century. I’d love to know how she was inspired when she was at her peak in the 20s and 30s.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Smile. It brings warmth and love into your life. 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I absolutely adore cows. They’re the most fascinating, gentle and beautiful animals. Their eyes are so amazing. I have ten that live on the land around my house. I love to talk to them. There are few things better than falling asleep in a field and being woken up by an inquisitive cow.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My wedding ring. It was handmade for me by the jewellery designer Gerda Flockinger. It was always a bit loose and three years ago it fell off in a car park. It was night-time and I couldn’t find it. I went back the next day, but it was gone and I was heartbroken.

The unending quest that drives you on...Curiosity. I hope to never lose that sense of needing to know.

The poem that touches your soul...The Lord’s Prayer is the most perfect piece of poetry. I always feel at peace and moved when I recite it. 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m a confident extrovert. People associate me with those glamorous photos from the 60s, but I’m actually incredibly shy.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Visiting Japan in the early 70s. It changed the way I designed, and my entire perspective on life. I also discovered sushi, which I love to this day!  

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would embezzle money from a bad bank and distribute it to family and friends – keeping a healthy slice of it for myself!

The song that means most to you...Bring Me Sunshine by Morecambe & Wise. Alexander used to sing it to me whenever things were going wrong and it always cheered me up.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Getting my OBE in 1966. As the Queen pinned it on me, she said simply, ‘More exports please!’ It was typical of her to get right to the point.    

The saddest time that shook your world...Alexander’s death. He was only 57 and it was ghastly losing him.  

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I long for my garden to be complete. Working in it is one of my joys but it will never be finished because it’s forever changing with the seasons.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Ensure you enjoy it!  

The order of service at your funeral...I’ll be happy with a small, private funeral at a church near my home. I’d like my ashes scattered in my garden.

The way you want to be remembered...As the girl who made clothes and make-up that brought a touch of fun and colour into people’s lives.    

The Plug...Mary features in Living The Life, Tuesday, 8pm, Sky Arts 1. Visit livingthelife.co.uk.

 

 

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Published: 8 December 2012

The One Show presenter Alex Jones:

 

 

The prized possession you value above all others...A Rolex watch my parents gave me on my 18th birthday. It was way more expensive than they could afford. I only take it off to have a bath.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not keeping up with writing my diaries. I have 12 of them – I wrote several pages every day from when I was ten until my 20s.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d have fresh fruit for breakfast on the beach in the Maldives with my boy- friend Charlie [Thomson, an insurance broker from New Zealand], then explore Paris’s antique shops. After lunch with all my family on a huge yacht cruising near Cannes, I’d go horse riding through the mountains of Arizona, then head to New York at night with a group of friends. I’d drink Espresso Martinis and we’d have a sophisticated dinner before going clubbing all night.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Being the last to leave a party for fear of missing out!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Twits by Roald Dahl inspired my love of reading when I was eight. It reminded me of our neighbours, who also lacked a bit of care in the personal hygiene department!

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d definitely spend the day with the Queen to get a sense of what she’s really like. I bet she’s a right character.

The pet-hate that makes your hackles rise...Having to give directions to minicab drivers. I’ve only lived in London for two years but I’m always having to tell them which way to go.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Poseidon Adventure. I love the drama and the people all pull- ing together to survive. The scene where Shelley Winters dies a heroine always has me welling up.

The person who has influenced you most...I learnt my values from my mum Mary and father Alun, but partic- ularly from my mum. She had a tough childhood and couldn’t achieve all the things she wanted to in life, so she taught me to strive to do a job I love.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Coco Chanel. She came up with beautiful designs that women will probably still be wearing in 100 years’ time.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...You are never fully dressed without a smile.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Photography. I won a national Kodak competition when I was 12 for a picture of the Acropolis in Athens.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A tape record- ing of my sister Jennie and I singing a musical we put together when I was 12 and she was nine. I lost it at university.

The unending quest that drives you on...To be better at everything – as a friend, as a daughter, and in my job. I’m hard on myself: each day I look back on what I did the day before and criticise it.

The poem that touches your soul...An anonymous Welsh poem called Dal Fy Llaw, which means Hold My Hand. It’s about a couple supporting one another through all the hardships of life. I read it at a friend’s wedding a few months ago and sobbed all the way through.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People think of me as fun and flighty but underneath there’s a deep-thinking, hard-working and very sensible girl.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The call from Sandy Smith, editor of The One Show, on 8 July 2010 telling me I’d got the job. I was on Brighton beach and I screamed with excitement. He had to tell me to shut up because it was still a secret!

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d love to be able to park anywhere I fancy because I’m forever getting tickets.

The song that means most to you...California Dreamin’ by The Mamas & The Papas. It reminds me of great family holidays travelling through France in our camper van in my teens.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Seeing Jennie holding her baby son, Dash, when he was born last year. It was like she’d grown up from a girl to a mother overnight.

The saddest time that shook your world...My maternal grandad Trevor dying after a stroke in 1998 when he was 74. My mum let out the most awful noise, a real guttural howl of pain.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d love to star in a fabulous West End musical like Cabaret but it might be best if I mime as I can’t carry a tune too well!

The philosophy that underpins your life...When the going gets tough, keep going. You have to have determination.

The order of service at your funeral...I’ll have a few ashes scattered in Lon- don and the rest over the Black Moun- tains in Wales to reflect my split life. I’ll have either Moon River or The Dying Swan played. I want my funeral to be a joyous occasion, but I’d also quite like people to be a bit sad.

The way you want to be remembered...As a trustworthy friend who could be relied upon in any situation.

The Plug...Alex presents The One Show weekdays on BBC1 at 7pm.  


 

 

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Published: 1 December 2012

Sports broadcaster Des Lynam:

The prized possession you value above all others...A Muhammad Ali autograph he gave me after I interviewed him for radio in 1971. He was outrageous and funny, the most fascinating sportsman of all time.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I wish I’d taken up flying lessons when I was given three as a present 20 years ago. What an amazing thing to try, but I was too busy. It’s too late now – I’m 70 and too old!

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up with the lady of my life, Rose, at the Shamwari Game Reserve in South Africa and go on a dawn safari. To hear a lion roar at 5am sends a tingle down your spine. We’d have breakfast at the lodge – the mushrooms there are the best I’ve tasted. We’d spend the rest of the morning on the canals of Venice in a gondola, then go to the Cipriani Hotel for a glass of champagne. Lunch would be fresh fish and lobster at a beach bar we love in Phuket. I’d have a swim in the Andaman Sea after lunch, followed by a massage on the beach. We’d pop back to London for tea at The Ritz, then straight back to Thailand for dinner at the Mandarin Oriental in Bangkok. I’d have Pad Thai with grilled river prawns and a nice chilled bottle of Sancerre, then I’d close the day with an Irish whiskey or two in the Bamboo Bar at the hotel.

The temptation you wish you could resist... Rum and raisin ice cream! 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...A Tale Of Two Cities by Dickens. It’s the story of ultimate sacrifice and reminds me there are greater things in life than money and a career.
The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d spend a day alongside North Korea’s leader Kim Jong-un to assess just how dangerous his country is to the world.

The pet hate that always gets your back up...Waiting at the traffic lights when some dope pulls up with music blaring.

The film you can watch time and time again...Reach For The Sky from 1956 with Kenneth Moore as war hero Douglas Bader. I went to see it with my dad when I was 14 and it never fails to make me cry.

The person who has influenced you most...My grandfather Packo Malone. He taught me manners and how to stand up for myself and for what I believe in.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Adolf Hitler. I’d like to find out how he influenced so many intelligent people.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Have the courage of your own convictions.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...The Only Way Is Essex! I love the way the people in it get so intense about such trivial nonsense. And the girls are nice to look at!

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...Our West Highland Terrier, Daisy (above). She died two years ago and we still miss her.

The unending quest that drives you on...To be at peace with getting old. 

The poem that touches your soul...My dad told me to read Kipling’s If when I was 14 and it has influenced me ever since. That poem teaches you to be to true to yourself and always hold your head up high. 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People assume I’m a middle-class Englishman, but I’m really an Irishman from a working-class background. Both my parents were nurses who came over from Ireland just before the war. 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Getting a job covering sport on BBC local radio in Brighton when I was 25. Until then, I’d been at Cornhill Insurance for six years and I hated it. I gave up my career for my hobby and eventually my hobby became my career.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d raid Tony Blair’s bank accounts and spread the cash among families and soldiers who have suffered in the Iraq war.

The song that means most to you...Make Someone Happy by Jimmy Durante. It reminds me of meeting Rose in 1982.   

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Christmas 1952. I was ten and my parents gave me my first bike, a Raleigh. That moment was ecstasy.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my mother, Trudie, following a brain haemorrhage when she was 53. I was 24 and until then I’d never seen my dad cry.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To finish the novel I started writing five years ago.

The philosophy that underpins your life...If you’re going through hell, keep going – but I nicked it from Churchill!

The order of service at your funeral...I’d like some bright music like That’s Life by Frank Sinatra. I live by the sea on the South Coast, so I want my ashes scattered on the water. I hope there’ll be a big wake with an abundance of drink.

The way you want to be remembered...As not a bad lad with a good sense of humour, and as a decent broadcaster.

The Plug...Touchline Tales, a selection from my Radio 4 series with Christopher Matthew, is available on CD and to download from www.audiogo.com.  

 

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Published: 24 November 2012

Film and theatre director Sir Richard Eyre:

The prized possession you value above all others...An upright piano from Discovery, the ship Captain Scott sailed to the Antarctic for his 1901-04 expedition. It’s a legacy from my grandfather Charles Royds, Scott’s First Lieutenant and the ship’s main piano player.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...That I can’t play piano! I had a few lessons as a boy, but in a futile act of defiance I refused to carry on.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions... I’d have boiled egg and toasted soldiers at Balthazar in New York, then head to a country villa near Saignon in Provence with my wife Sue, our daughter Lucy and her two children [Evie, three, and Beatrix, four months]. I’d go for a long walk, then swim in the pool. Sue and I would have fantastic fish for lunch at Corte Sconta in Venice, then I’d visit the Angkor Wat temple in Cambodia. I’d enjoy the sunset over the Avening Valley from the garden of our country home in Gloucestershire, then have dinner with lots of friends at London’s River Café, before flopping into bed with the latest Ian McEwan novel.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Smoking a Cohiba Panetela cigar accompanied by a large vodka and tonic. I’m 69, so neither is wise.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Faber Book Of Modern Verse. I came across it when I was 15 and it gave me a lasting love of poetry.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d tickle every officiating religious minister so they looked ridiculous and couldn’t scare people. I resent all organised religions.

The pet hate that always gets your back up... I find the Today programme’s Thought For The Day sanctimonious.

The film you can watch time and time again...Singin’ In The Rain with Gene Kelly. It never ceases to make me happy.

The person who has influenced you most...The theatre director Peter Brook. He gave me lots of encouragement when I started directing, and at 87 he’s still a dear friend and inspiration.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint... Shakespeare. Many of his great characters are soldiers, so I’d love to know how he got his military insight.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Don’t ever be afraid to ask any question.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity... Steeplechasing. My father was an amateur jockey, and to watch beautiful animals ridden by brilliant and brave men is magical.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again... A journal I’d kept for four years. It was like a second brain but I left it on a plane in 2009.

The unending quest that drives you on... To do a piece of work that I’m entirely satisfied with.

The poem that touches your soul... Vacillation by WB Yeats. It expresses exactly what I believe is right in life – that you should always act in good faith and do things for the right reasons.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That, because I am a director, I am socially confident. I was a chronically shy child. That kernel of my younger self is still there, but I’ve developed mechanisms to deal with it.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Becoming artistic director of the Nottingham Playhouse Theatre in 1972, aged 29. To suddenly be responsible for a little world with 120 people working for you made me grow up and transformed my career.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal Henri Matisse’s The Snail from Tate Modern. It is full of energy and joy – but I’d need a very big wall to put it on!

The song that means most to you...Que Reste-t-il de Nos Amours? [What Remains Of Our Love?] by Charles Trénet, from the 1940s. A French girlfriend played it to me in my early 20s, so it’s very tied up with young love. 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The three weeks I spent with Sue in Gloucestershire after she nearly died from peritonitis in 1996. I so appreciated having her in my life and realised how lucky we were.

The saddest time that shook your world...My mother Minna being diagnosed with Alzheimer’s when she was 55. I remember four years later opening a door for her and her simply not knowing she was meant to walk through. I wrote that scene into Iris [the 2001 film he directed based on author Iris Murdoch’s descent into Alzheimer’s] and Judi Dench re-enacted that moment.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To be able to speak perfect French.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Every action has a consequence, so always try to be good. 

The order of service at your funeral...I would like my ashes to be scattered under a tree in our garden in Gloucestershire and for people to drink great champagne and wine – and lots of it!

The way you want to be remembered...Simply with love.

The Plug...Richard Eyre directs Nick Dear’s The Dark Earth And The Light Sky at the Almeida Theatre until 12 January. For tickets call 020 7359 4404 or visit www.almeida.co.uk.

 

 

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Published: 17 November 2012

Crime author Ian Rankin:

The prized possession you value above all others...A series of three photos of me with Keith Richards, taken as he signed a copy of his memoirs for me in 2010. I’m a huge Stones fan.  

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...That both my parents didn’t live to see me become a success. I was 19 when my mum Isabel died. She was only 58 and was seriously ill for six months. My dad James saw my first couple of books published before he died at 72, but they weren’t a success.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d start the day walking with my wife Miranda through the temperate rainforest at Tofino on Vancouver Island. Then we’d take our children – Jack, 20, and Kit, 18 – to Chanonry Point on the Black Isle in northern Scotland to watch the dolphins. They come within yards of the shore. Kit is in a wheelchair, but he loves the wind in his hair and the rain on his face. For lunch, we’d have fresh langoustines at a fish restaurant called Sutor Creek ten miles away in Cromarty. Then I’d take Miranda to Venice. We’d head to the Zatterre promenade for a fish dinner with local white wine at the Riviera restaurant, and stay the night at the Hotel Cipriani.

The temptation you wish you could resist...I devour no end of Snickers and Caramels while I’m writing.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Prime Of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark is the archetypal Edinburgh novel. It gets to the underbelly of the city.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d follow Nick Clegg to see what he’s useful for!

The pet hate that always gets your back up...The litter situation in Edinburgh.

The film you can watch time and time again... Blade Runner from 1982 with Harrison Ford. Although it’s set in the future, it’s a great old-fashioned private eye story. I’ve seen it about 20 times.

The person who has influenced you most...Ron Gillespie, my English teacher when I was 15. He was the first person to encourage my writing.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The author Robert Louis Stevenson. Apparently his wife, Fanny, threw the first draft of Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde on the fire because she didn’t like it. I’d love to know if that’s true.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Believe in yourself.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Killer Sudoku puzzles. I do one everyday because I think they are good for my brain, but it’s probably just a way of postponing work.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A load of miniature comics I made when I was about nine. They were my earliest writings but were thrown out years ago.

The unending quest that drives you on...To write the perfect novel.

The poem that touches your soul... Meeting The British by the Irish poet Paul Muldoon. It’s about the British Army meeting the Native American Indians in the 18th century, written from the perspective of the Indians.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I can be found every day at The Oxford Bar in Edinburgh where Rebus drinks! 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...When Kit was one and was diagnosed with Angelman Syndrome – a chromosome disorder which means he doesn’t develop normally. I dealt with my anger and frustration by writing the Rebus novel Black And Blue, which was the book that took off. If Kit hadn’t come along the books may not have succeeded and we wouldn’t have the money for the things that make his life better.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would steal Francis Bacon’s triptych, Three Studies For Figures At The Base Of A Crucifixion, from Tate Britain.

The song that means most to you...Solid Air by John Martyn reminds me of my teenage years.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Winning the Gold Dagger award for Best Crime Novel in 1997 for Black And Blue. It sold four times more than my previous books and suddenly I was a bestselling author.

The saddest time that shook your world...My dad dying. He taught me my life skills after Mum died.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To be lead singer in a huge rock band. I was in The Dancing Pigs when I was 19 – we did about six gigs but we weren’t very good.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Just do it and keep going at something until you get good at it.

The order of service at your funeral...I’m not that religious but I still want a church funeral. I would come in to The Rolling Stones’ You Can’t Always Get What You Want. There’d be an acoustic version of Solid Air and everyone would leave to Silver Machine by Hawkwind. I’d like to be laid to rest beneath a rose bush at Chanonry Point.

The way you want to be remembered...Just as a good husband, father, friend and writer.
The Plug...Standing In Another Man’s Grave is published by Orion, priced £18.99. Visit www.ianrankin.net.

 

 

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Published: 10 November 2012

SAS hero Andy McNab:

The prized possession you value above all others...A silver cup used at my wedding to Jenny 11 years ago. I’m not religious, but she’s Jewish so a rabbi came to the house and blessed our marriage with the cup, an important symbol.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not getting a proper school education. I was always bunking off, or doing jobs to earn some dosh.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d spend all morning surfing at Jaco Beach in Costa Rica, then go for a long ride on a Harley-Davidson with Jenny through the mountains of Montana and Utah. I’d have a slap-up lunch of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding at a pub I love near our home, then, because I love Zurich, I’d mooch around there in the afternoon before going to the Bulgari Hotel in Milan for an early evening drink. Jenny and I would end the day with dinner at the Hotel Splendido in Portofino in Italy.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Buying motorbikes. I’ve got through about 20 in 15 years because I keep crashing, but I love the freedom.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Touching The Void by Joe Simpson about his incredible survival after a mountaineering accident. It completely changed the way I write.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...To infiltrate the Taliban leadership in Afghanistan to learn what they’re really up to, then give our Army the heads up.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Bad service, especially in expensive restaurants.

The film you can watch time and time again...Coriolanus with Ralph Fiennes, which came out last year. He’s brilliant, and the action scenes are fantastic.

The person who has influenced you most...Jenny. I used to fly off the handle frequently, but she just gives me a slap and calms me down. 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Muhammad Ali. I met him in Hollywood three years ago and he was amazing, but I’d like to meet him in his prime, in the 60s and 70s.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...No matter what you’re doing, give it your absolute best. And never forget to stop and appreciate what you have achieved.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Opera. I love the over-the-top drama. I’ve been to the best venues, like La Scala in Milan, and get a real kick out of the elaborate productions.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again... My army medals. I had 14, but they all vanished about 18 months ago when we moved house. I’ve turned the house over several times looking for them. They’re worth a lot of money but they’re too famous to sell.

The unending quest that drives you on...I’d like to ride the rip curl of a 30ft wave at Jaco Beach.
The poem that touches your soul...I’m not big on poetry but love Jerusalem by William Blake as a hymn.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m a thick squaddie. A lot of business people think that, but it’s to my advantage to be underestimated, so I let them get away with it and make them pay another way.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Being adopted. My real mum left me in a carrier bag on a step at Guy’s Hospital in London when I was a baby. My foster parents adopted me when I was five. Mum was a cleaner and Dad a taxi driver, so money was tight, but they gave me love and a stable upbringing.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d pull off the most amazing hi-tech robbery of the Crown Jewels. I’d then hide them, only to be released after my death.

The song that means most to you...Should I Stay Or Should I Go by The Clash. It sums up my approach to life. I don’t take many things seriously.

The saddest time that shook your world...The moment I was captured by the Iraqis in Syria [during the SAS Bravo Two Zero mission]. I remember the disbelief and deep sadness as it dawned on me it might not end well.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...When the Red Cross plane took off from Baghdad [in March 1991 after the end of the first Gulf War] with all the prisoners of war on board. We let out a cheer and two F16s and two Tornados escorted us to Saudi Arabia. That’s when we knew we were safe.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To write a serious stage play. I’ve met people at RADA to see if I can work with them and I’ll find out pretty soon if I’m up to it. 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Never stitch anyone up. It will always come back and bite you. 

The order of service at your funeral...I’m going to leave instructions for my ashes to be put inside a massive firework which will be set off during a full-on party. I’ll go out with a bang!

The way you want to be remembered...I’d be happy with, ‘A good soldier. Now dead.’

The Plug...Red Notice, Andy McNab’s brand new thriller, is out now, published by Bantam Press, priced £18.99. Visit www.andymcnab.co.uk  

 

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Published: 3 November 2012

Pop star Ronan Keating:

The prized possession you value above all others...My iPhone. It connects me with my friends, work and my children, Jack, 13, Marie, 11, and Ali, six.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...The breakdown of my 14-year marriage to Yvonne, which ended in April [after he admitted an affair with a dancer]. I’m not proud of the mistakes I made and it’s not a pretty sight when a relationship breaks down and everything falls apart. If I could turn back time I’d do things differently.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I always wake up on my own these days. But on this day, I’d be with my children in a whitewashed house on Malibu beach. We’d hang out there all morning, just spending quality time together. I’d then travel through the Alps with close friends for a champagne lunch on the Orient-Express, and go on to do a gig in London as there’s no greater buzz than performing. I’d hook up with some people in New York for drinks, but end the day at home in Dublin. I’d cook a steak with plenty of greens and a glass of red wine, then kick back on the sofa to watch a good film, then go to bed.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Australian shiraz red wine. I’m not a big drinker but a meal out with mates can get messy if I  have too much.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Ernest Hemingway’s The Old Man And The Sea. There’s a real beauty in the old man’s perseverance.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d go behind the scenes at the Kremlin.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Rudeness. It’s so easy to be nice.

The film you can watch time and time again... The Great Escape with Steve McQueen – I’ve seen it 30 or 40 times. Steo [Boyzone singer Stephen Gately, who died in 2009] gave me a vinyl edition of the soundtrack signed by McQueen for my 30th birthday, which I treasure.

The person who has influenced you most...My mother, Marie. She gave me the core values for my life – truthfulness and respect for others. I owe her a lot. [Marie Keating died from breast cancer in 1998 aged 51.]

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Winston Churchill. He was a right character who accomplished amazing things but also had a dry wit.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Your health is your wealth. I keep in good shape for 35 and I’m pretty tough on my kids to be healthy, but I still let them have junk food now and then. Kids need to enjoy themselves.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Wrist watches. I got my first serious watch – a Rolex Submariner – after joining Boyzone and have been collecting ever since. My Portuguese Tourbillon is worth £70,000.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My virginity! I wish I could make losing it more memorable. The press made a big deal about me being a virgin after I said in my first interviews when I was 16 that I hadn’t had sex. I got asked about it for years and I kept saying I was still a virgin when I wasn’t. I actually lost it when I was 18 while on the road with Boyzone. 

The unending quest that drives you on... To be the best I can be.

The poem that touches your soul...The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. It echoes the spirit in which I’ve led my life. I’ve always taken the tougher road.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...I’ve been performing for 20 years so people assume I’m very sure of myself. I’m actually quite insecure.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The moment Louis Walsh said I was in Boyzone when I was 16. I was euphoric.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d track down those evil warlords in Africa who turn young kids into soldiers and beat them to within an inch of their lives.

The song that means most to you...Father And Son by Cat Stevens. I sang it at the audition to get into Boyzone, we later released it, and years later I recorded it with Cat and we became friends. I owe that song an awful lot.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Obviously, the births of my children, but my first solo album going to No 1 in 2000 was incredible.

The saddest time that shook your world...The world fell apart on the day Steo died. The shock was horrific.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I want to climb Everest and raise money for charity. 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Live each day as if it’s your last.

The order of service at your funeral...I’m Catholic so it’d be at my local church in Malahide, Co Dublin, and I’d want Truly, Madly, Deeply by Ray LaMontagne played. I’d like my ashes scattered somewhere overlooking the sea in Ireland, where my kids can visit.

The way you want to be remembered...As a good father and an honest man, who made mistakes but he learnt from them. And as someone who made people happy with his music.

The Plug...Wasted Light, the new  single from Ronan’s album Fires, is out on 3 December. Visit the Marie Keating Foundation at www.mariekeating.ie

 

 

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Published: 27 October 2012

Author and presenter Jonathan Dimbleby:

The prized possession you value above all others...My 50-year-old wooden sailing boat, Lady Kate. She sails beautifully and turns heads because she’s so pretty. 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not telling my mother precisely why I loved her before she died in 2009. Mama had strong views, but she was immensely tolerant and she embraced triumph and disaster with understanding and kindness.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...It’s a warm June day, which starts with tomatoes on toast and coffee in the garden of our house in Devon. Later, I would ride one of [Olympic Gold medallist] Nick Skelton’s best horses victoriously around the Olympic course in Rio de Janeiro.

Lunch would be fresh fish at Anchorstone Café by the River Dart in Devon. In the afternoon I’d play tennis against John McEnroe at the Hilton Hotel in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, and be back to enjoy Così Fan Tutte with my wife Jessica at the Royal Opera House. We’d have dinner at La Coupole in Paris – escargots, cassoulet, crème brûlée and a very good bottle of Saint-Estèphe. I would kiss my children [Daniel, 38, Kitty, 32, Daisy, five, and Gwendoline, three] goodnight and then go to bed with an Ian McEwan novel.

The temptation you wish you could resist...The third, or fourth, glass of wine, or the next bar of chocolate.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Anna Karenina. I read it as a teenager and again in 2007 when on my way to Yasnaya Polyana, Tolstoy’s home, where he wrote his masterpiece.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I would eavesdrop on Tony Blair and George Bush during a private get-together and make their honest conversation about Iraq known to the world.

The pet hate that always gets your back up...People who use mobile phones in the ‘quiet’ train carriage.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Battle Of Algiers from 1966 about the end of French rule in North Africa. It’s cinematic genius. 

The person who has influenced you most...My father, Richard. He died when I was 21 and ever since I’ve wondered what he’d have thought of whatever I do. He had enormous presence and integrity and was always polite.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint... Karl Marx. I’d ask him why he thinks it all went so horribly wrong.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Listen and try to be kind.

 The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Showjumping. It was my first love and my main ambition when I was younger. I was a professional for a time and became the South of England champion in 1965.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My father’s diary of his time as a BBC war correspondent. I lost it moving house years ago. 

The unending quest that drives you on...Curiosity and the urge to educate, inform and entertain. And, naturally, the need to earn a living!

The poem that touches your soul...An Arundel Tomb by Philip Larkin. It provokes a sense of what is irredeemably lost, but inspires optimism.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m my brother, David, or that he’s me. I don’t mind taking credit for all his achievements, but I am six years younger!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...My father’s death from cancer when he was 52 [on 22 December 1965]. To lose him when I was so young was devastating. I regret not being more curious and asking him about his experiences, especially during the war.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...It would be daft to confess.

The song that means most to you...Cole Porter’s Do I Love You? sung by Ella Fitzgerald. It sears the soul.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The day on which the Berlin Wall tumbled. It lifted a huge albatross from the shoulders of the world.

The saddest time that shook your world...Some things are too private and too painful to share.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To say exactly what I think about any subject. Like anyone, I have strong views, but as the chairman of Any Questions? I have to keep them to myself.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Keep on trying and stick at things that really matter. The triers of this world are under-estimated.

The order of service at your funeral...It will be quiet and private. I’m not religious and I suppose I’ll be cremated and my ashes can be scattered on the River Dart. I’d like a reading from Shakespeare’s Cymbeline in Act Four, Scene Two, ‘Fear no more the heat o’ th’ sun, Nor the furious winter’s rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta’en thy wages.’

The way you want to be remembered...He worked, he cared and he loved.

The Plug...My book Destiny In The Desert: The Road To El Alamein – The Battle That Turned The Tide is out now, published by Profile Books.

 

 

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Published: 20 October 2012

The late Clarissa Dickson Wright:

 

"The misapprehnsion about me? That I’m a batty old toff. I have an IQ of 196, my father was a hard-working surgeon and I was taught my cut-glass vowels by the nuns at school – and I’m only 65."

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s the turn of Two Fat Ladies presenter Clarissa Dickson Wright…

 

The prized possession you value above all others...My integrity. I was an alcoholic for 12 years and it’s been a long battle back to find it again.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Turning down the chance to cook for Tony Blair and Vladimir Putin at No 10 Downing Street in 2000. I could have happily poisoned them both with E. coli.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up at the Marcliffe Hotel near Aberdeen and have the locally sourced smoked haddock for breakfast with a poached egg and some Stornoway black pudding. Then I’d take a cruise around the islands of West Scotland. For lunch, I’d fly by helicopter to London to St John restaurant near Smithfield Market. I’d have roasted marrow. I’d then wander around Hatchards bookshop on Piccadilly before a cream tea at Fortnum & Mason. I’d end the day having a look around La Boqueria food market in Barcelona. I’d have white garlic soup with almonds in any restaurant in the city – they’re all great – then go to a flamenco dance.

The temptation you wish you could resist...I’m extravagant when buying presents or eating at restaurants.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Defeat Of The Spanish Armada by Garrett Mattingly. I read it when I was 15 and it was the first time I really understood big historical events.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d be a poltergeist in the Cabinet Room at No 10 and make things fly across the room to put some fear into rotten politicians.  

The person who has influenced you most...My mother, Molly. She had a tough childhood and my father was a horrendously abusive alcoholic but she always maintained a positive outlook.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint... Erasmus Darwin, Charles Darwin’s grandfather. He had all the ideas about evolution long before Charles. He’s a great unsung hero.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Everyone has at least one natural talent. Find yours.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Archaeology. I’ve been on digs and love delving into the past.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...An 18ct gold Napoleon III snuffbox, which my mother gave to me when I was 18. I sold it for £100,000 in the 1980s and drank the proceeds – mainly gin!

The unending quest that drives you on...To see the hunting ban repealed.

The poem that touches your soul...The Young British Soldier by Rudyard Kipling. It’s about the waste of life in the two wars in Afghanistan in the 1800s.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m a batty old toff. I have an IQ of 196, my father was a hard-working surgeon and I was taught my cut-glass vowels by the nuns at school – and I’m only 65.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Getting sober. At my lowest, I was drinking two bottles of gin a day, plus strong beer. But I had my last drink – a large gin, naturally – in a pub on 10 April, 1987. I then went to rehab.  

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal enough money to never have to work again. I inherited £2.8 million from my mother in 1975 and blew the lot.

The song that means most to you...The Libiamo duet from Verdi’s La Traviata. I heard Montserrat Caballé sing it at Covent Garden in 1972 when I was 25. I was with my first real love. That song makes me feel young and in love.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Being inaugurated as the Rector of Aberdeen University in 1999. The students carried me through the streets on the back of a stuffed Angus bull. It was the most frivolous, carefree day I’ve ever had.

The saddest time that shook your world...My mother’s death on Derby Day in 1975. She had a heart attack and I found her in bed. I was devastated and that’s when my drinking started.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To promote honest food labelling and help people buy British.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Leave it to God because he has a better imagination than you.

The order of service at your funeral...I want a proper church funeral with people weeping in the pews. I will be carried into the church to Boney M’s Rivers Of Babylon. The poem Something Like A Stone by my friend Christine Coleman will also be read and I will leave a booklet for everyone with all my favourite recipes.

The way you want to be remembered...As a battler who always fought for what she believed in.

The Plug...Clarissa’s England is published in hardcover by Hodder & Stoughton, priced £20. Visit www.hodder.co.uk

 

Clarissa died on Saturday, 15th March 2014.

 

 

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Published: 13 October 2012

Wildlife presenter Bill Oddie:

 

The prized possession you value above all others...My Victorian house by Hampstead Heath in north London. Every room is full of memories. 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I wish I’d learnt to read music. I can play drums and a bit of guitar, but I can’t read music. If I could I’d definitely have made music my career.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake after a perfect eight hours’ sleep. I’d begin with birdwatching in Central Park, New York, at 5.30am to see a great ‘fall’ of migrant American birds, like warblers and thrushes – it’s  like it’s raining birds. I’d then nip into Greenwich Village for a cream cheese and smoked salmon bagel. I’d spend some time searching online for rare CDs, then my wife Laura would join me for lunch on a beach near Cape Town where you can whale-watch. We’d have a siesta in the serenity of the hotel on Bird Island in the Seychelles. In the early evening I’d go to Jim Corbett National Park in northern India for an elephant ride to see some tigers. At some point I’d have a glass of Metaxa brandy, but not too much, nor too late.  

The temptation you wish you could resist...Snacks late at night, like crisps, nuts or After Eight mints.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Birds Of Britain And Europe by naturalist Roger Tory Peterson. It came out in the 60s and was the first well-illustrated bird book.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d go to central Africa to sit among the gorillas.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...The BBC asking me every year to do Strictly Come Dancing! I hate ballroom dancing with a passion.

The film you can watch time and time again...This Is Spinal Tap is a masterful comedy and beautifully observed. It always cheers me up. 

The person who has influenced you most... My dad, Harry. He became both parents when my mum, Lilian, was taken into a psychiatric hospital when I was six. I didn’t appreciate at the time what strength he had. He died at 57 from breathing problems.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Sir Peter Scott, Captain Robert Scott’s son, who did incredible things for nature conservation. He’s a hero of mine.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Just because a person is an adult, it doesn’t mean they know best.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I adore music by Prince. He’s a rock god and I probably have everything he’s ever released.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...Our local post office because it was the heart of our community. It closed three years ago despite a big campaign to save it.

The unending quest that drives you on...To never become a grumpy old person who whinges about the youth of today. I’m 71 and intend to remain interested in what youngsters do. I love their energy.

The poem that touches your soul...No poem has ever touched my soul but I’m obsessed with lyrics by the likes of Randy Newman, Paul Simon and Joni Mitchell. Joni’s song The Magdalene Laundries is beautiful and very moving.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m ill. I was diagnosed as bipolar three years ago. I have been all sorted for the past two years, but there’s still this sense that I’m not available for work.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Having a complete breakdown 11 years ago. It was hard having to accept I had an illness.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d jump traffic queues by driving in bus lanes.

The song that means most to you...I Can’t Make You Love Me by Bonnie Raitt makes me cry, but I love it.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Being at Wembley Stadium with my dad for the 1953 FA Cup Final when Blackpool beat Bolton 4-3. It became known as ‘The  Matthews Final’ because Stanley Matthews set up the goals for Blackpool to come back from 3-1 down.

The saddest time that shook your world...Re-meeting my mother for the first time since I was 14 when I was in my 40s. I went to her flat in Manchester and she just sat there smoking. It was like meeting a stranger. 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To make Inspired By Nature, a series I started working on with the BBC three years ago which got shelved because of cuts. It tells how nature has inspired the arts.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Always tell the truth.

The order of service at your funeral...I’m an atheist, so I will have a humanist funeral. I want to come in to Nothing Compares 2 U by Prince and disappear to Cocktails For Two by Spike Jones. My ashes can be scattered on Hampstead Heath. I love it there.  

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who made good television programmes that touched people.

The Plug...I blog on my website www.billoddie.com and I tweet at @billoddie. Please support the great charities that are protecting our environment.

 

 

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Film actor Terence Stamp:

The prized possession you value above all others...A beautiful hand-woven rug made for me by the Italian actress Silvana Mangano. She was brilliant at needlepoint and it took her two years.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Turning down the part of Arthur in Josh Logan’s 1967 musical film Camelot because I was frightened of singing. Richard Harris got the part.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up to the sound of the call to prayer at the Palais Jamaï hotel in Fez, Morocco. I’d then go to the New York Athletic Club for a swim and a steam, followed by brunch in San Francisco. I’d be back in Manhattan for shad roe [fish eggs] at Grand Central Station’s Oyster Bar for lunch, then hang out with my brother Chris at his home in East Hampton. I miss Concorde, so I’d fly on it to London for a West End play, then back for dinner with friends at Elio’s on the Upper East Side. I always order a plate of fried courgette to start. I don’t drink alcohol, but I’d be happy with a cold bottle of Badoit mineral water.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Toasted organic spelt bread with olive oil. It’s fattening but I think of it as a treat because I grew up in London’s East End during the war and after German bombing raids my mum always said, ‘Not to worry, let’s have a nice cup of tea and some toast.’

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Razor’s Edge by Somerset Maugham. It’s such a powerful book about an American pilot’s search for meaning in life after being traumatised in the First World War.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d go inside the multinational agricultural and biotech company Monsanto’s headquarters to see just how much genetically modified food they are making.

The pet hate that always gets your back up...People speaking loudly on mobile phones about personal matters.

The film you can watch time and time again...And God Created Woman from 1956. I was 17 and it was the first time I laid eyes on Brigitte Bardot. I became besotted with her.

The person who has influenced you most...Baron Frederik van Pallandt. He was a Dutch singer in the 60s and became my mentor. He taught me that less is more.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Alexander the Great. I’m fascinated by powerful figures who just get on with it.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child... Be aware, be yourself and follow your heart.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’m 74 and I’ve suddenly realised the benefits of high-intensity training. I do one 15-minute workout each week and it keeps me fit.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A lead bust of the Greek philosopher Socrates. I had to sell it in the mid-70s to pay the rent because I was totally broke.

The unending quest that drives you on...To reach 80 with a fully flexible spine. I do yoga regularly.

The poem that touches your soul...The Masnavi, which is a collection of spiritual poems by Rumi [the 13th-century Persian poet and mystic].

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Meeting the Indian spiritual teacher and philosopher Jiddu Krishnamurti when I was 27. His teachings opened my eyes to so much.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I was romantically involved with Princess Diana. We were just really good chums, yet I still get asked questions alluding to something more. She was a lot of fun – we used to have lunch at San Lorenzo and her company was heaven.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would steal Shah Jahan’s jade drinking cup [made in 1657] from the V&A. It’s the most exquisite object I’ve ever seen.
The song that means most to you...Night And Day by Cole Porter. It’s just a beautiful song and I love it.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The first time I kissed Jean Shrimpton! It was in Hollywood in 1964. Just to lay eyes on her was a joy. We were together for three years. She was the love of my life. Definitely.

The saddest time that shook your world...My mother’s death in 1985. She was in hospital following a stroke and I thought she was going to pull through. I was overwhelmed by grief.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To be at peace in the moment, where you quieten the mind from pushing you into the future.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Do unto others as you would have them do to you.

The order of service at your funeral...It would be for my friends to decide, but I expect to be cremated. I don’t own a home so I live on the move, but in my heart I’m a Londoner. So I guess my ashes should be scattered there, maybe in Green Park.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who spent his whole career earning his living as a stroller player.

The Plug...My memoir Rare Stamps is published as an eBook by Escargot Books. www.escargot-books.com.  

 

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Published: 29 September 2012

Countryfile presenter John Craven:

The prized possession you value above all others...A painted wooden voting stick presented to me by the Kuna tribe in the rainforests of Panama [pictured]. I filmed with them in the 1970s and the stick made me an honorary tribesman, which meant I could take part in their council meetings – a great honour.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...That I didn’t study harder at school. I left at 16 with five O-levels.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...My wife Marilyn and I would wake up in our Oxfordshire cottage and have breakfast in bed and read the newspapers. We’d watch whales in Baja California, off Mexico, then have a beach lunch with the family – our daughters Emma and Victoria, their husbands and our five grandchildren – at the Hilton Resort at Flic en Flac, Mauritius. I’d spend the afternoon walking in the Yorkshire Dales, followed by a cream tea on the Cornish coast. I’d sip a Manhattan cocktail in the penthouse of a New York skyscraper hotel before having supper at home with Marilyn, because she’s the world’s best cook!

The temptation you wish you could resist...Pork scratchings at the pub!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, which I studied for O-levels. It made me realise just how powerful the English language is in the right hands.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d eavesdrop on a Cabinet meeting at No 10 and reveal what was really said.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...People in service industries who, when you ask for something, say, ‘No problem’ instead of ‘Of course’. Why should there be a problem?!

The film you can watch time and time again...Some Like It Hot still makes me laugh. Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis are the funniest odd-couple ever and Marilyn Monroe is sensational.

The person who has influenced you most...My father Bill. He spent three years in a Japanese hell camp in WWII and never fully recovered. But, like a creaking gate, he kept going until he was 80. His strength shone through and he imbued in me a set of values to live by.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Horatio Nelson. I want to know why he wore his Admiral’s uniform on the deck of HMS Victory at Trafalgar, making himself a sitting duck!

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Never stop believing in yourself.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Civil aviation. I’m a bit of a plane-spotter and read magazines about it.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My childhood teddy bear, which I sent to a charity teddy bears’ picnic about 20 years ago and never got back.

The unending quest that drives you on...Making sure I have something interesting to do tomorrow.  The poem that touches your soul...High Flight by John Gillespie Magee, who died flying a Spitfire aged 19 in 1941. It is about joy and enthusiasm.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Walking into a TV studio in 1970 as auditions were being held for a children’s current affairs show called Search and cheekily asking if I could be considered. I got the job and that led to Newsround.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase... That I was on Blue Peter. Lots of people confuse me with John Noakes and stop me in the street to ask about Shep!

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d hack into Google Earth and switch off those house pictures so that nosey parkers can’t see where everyone lives.

The song that means most to you...Johnny One-Note by Ted Heath and his Orchestra, which was the Newsround opening theme. It’s very catchy and people have been coming up to me and repeating it for the past 40 years!

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...My 70th birthday party [in 2010] in our garden on a glorious summer’s day. I remember thinking how lucky I was to still have good health, a wonderful family and a job that I love.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my parents within a year of each other. Mum went first. She had motor neurone disease and at the end could only communicate by blinking. Then Dad died. Suddenly, at the age of 50, I was an orphan.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’ve always wanted to learn to fly light aircraft.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Have a go.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d like a couple of stirring hymns to send me on my way, then to have my ashes scattered either near the Buckinghamshire village where my children grew up, or at Wharfedale, Yorkshire, where as a boy I first discovered the countryside. Maybe a few here, a few there! 

The way you want to be remembered...A good broadcaster who loved the medium of television, but regarded fame as a by-product, not a goal.

The Plug...John is on Countryfile, Sundays, BBC1 and his Countryfile Handbook is published by BBC Books.

 

 

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BBC TV News presenter Fiona Bruce:

The prized possession you value above all others...Our three-month-old Irish Terrier Molly. She’s a lot of work, but is adorable nevertheless.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I try not to look back and think ‘if only’. But I do regret wearing a full-length sheepskin coat in a series five years ago. I looked terrible.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d spend all day with my husband Nigel and our children [son Sam, 14 and daughter Mia, ten]. After an amazing breakfast buffet at the Waldhaus hotel in Flims in Switzerland, we’d ski in Chamonix, then have lunch on the balcony of Chez Vrony in Zermatt, Switzerland, one of the most stunning locations in the world. In the afternoon we’d lie on the beach at the Royal Palm hotel in Mauritius, then have dinner at Heston Blumenthal’s restaurant The Fat Duck in Berkshire. I’ve eaten there once – each dish was like a piece of theatre.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Pudding is my favourite part of any meal and I always have one if I can manage it. You can’t beat a good millefeuille, which is basically a posh custard slice. Yum!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...I love The Master And Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov, which is about repression in Soviet Russia in the 1930s. I read it 20 years ago – it opened my eyes to a new way of writing.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d take an extended tour of the Queen’s private art collection. I’ve seen some of it while making programmes, but to see it all – like her Leonardo da Vinci anatomical drawings, and dozens of Canalettos – would be incredible.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...When music comes out of people’s headphones on the Tube or bus. The noise invades my personal space and the sound quality is so poor!

The film you can watch time and time again...Gone With The Wind. It’s wonderfully romantic and melodramatic – fabulous for a Sunday afternoon, with a cup of hot chocolate, when the rain is lashing against the windows.

The person who has influenced you most...My father John taught me about hard work and the importance of manners. He’s 80 now and sets a great example, but sadly I fall far too short!

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Mahatma Gandhi. He definitely wouldn’t have a pint and I doubt he’d eat a pie! But I’d love to know if he thought any of today’s world conflicts could be won by his own movement of peaceful non-cooperation.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...I tell my kids to work hard and stick at things, but that makes me sound like a humourless Presbyterian!

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Horse riding. At its best it’s exhilarating. At its worst, it’s terrifying.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My mum had a clearout about five years ago and gave a beautiful pedlar doll of mine to Oxfam. They auctioned it for £2,000!

The unending quest that drives you on...To be a better cook. I’d love to be able to throw a dish together spontaneously, but I fail at most things.

The poem that touches your soul...An untitled series of poems about a wedding by Simon Armitage in his collection Book Of Matches, which Nigel gave to me before we got married in 1994. It’s brilliant and very touching.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People often come up to me and say I’m slimmer and taller [she’s 5ft 9in] in real life than they imagined. It means plenty of others think I’m a short ten-ton Tessie!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Being asked to present the news in 1999 opened up avenues I could never have foreseen. And it’s made it a lot easier to get a table in restaurants!

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d rob the Bank of England and give the money to charity – but keep plenty for myself.

The song that means most to you...My Baby Just Cares For Me sung by Eartha Kitt, which was played for the first dance at our wedding. Whenever I hear it, I’m taken back to that day.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...A family holiday in Cornwall six years ago when we hired a 1970s Triumph Stag. We put the hood down and had the best fun ever.

The saddest time that shook your world...When my mum Rosemary died last year, aged 81. I’m still going through the grieving process and can find myself moved to tears about her. She was unchangingly loving and warm.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To be a rock star! I was lead singer in a few bands at university, but it’s good my dream will never come true – I wouldn’t wish it on the world!

The philosophy that underpins your life...Be yourself.

The order of service at your funeral...I’ll be happy with whatever my husband and children want. I’m not religious.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone loyal, loving and fun.

The Plug...Fiona hosts Fake Or Fortune and Antiques Roadshow on BBC1.

 

 

 

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Ex-footballer and presenter Gary Lineker:

The prized possession you value above all others...The Golden Boot I got for being top scorer at the Mexico World Cup in 1986. It changed my life. I’m also the only English player ever to win one, which is nice.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Losing the penalty shoot-out against Germany in the semi-final of the 1990 World Cup in Italy. I look back and always think, ‘If only’.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up with my wife, Danielle, at the Hotel Costes in Paris, then spend the morning in Ravello on Italy’s Amalfi Coast. We’d nip back to Paris for lunch at L’Avenue with a decent bottle of red wine, like a Lynch-Bages ’86. Then we’d hit the beach at St Barts in the Caribbean with my boys [Gary has four sons, 14-20, from his first marriage to Michelle Cockayne] and Ella [Danielle’s daughter, ten]. Danielle and I would then go shopping on Melrose Avenue in LA and have a sundowner cocktail on Malibu beach before dinner at Cecconi’s. We’d spend the night at the Bel-Air hotel.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Having too much sugar in my tea. I’ll easily have five spoonfuls.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...A Good Walk Spoiled by John Feinstein about the lives of professional golfers on the PGA tour. It really got inside the players’ minds and taught me so much about golf. 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d spend a day at the White House watching President Obama. I’d be interested to know if he really makes the decisions.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Parents shouting at their kids during junior football matches. They instil a fear in children, which is why we’ve struggled to create skilful players in Britain. I’ve watched my four boys go through school football without saying a word on the touchline.

The film you can watch time and time again...One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest is a classic and Jack Nicholson is brilliant in it. It’s poignant and funny.

The person who has influenced you most...George Dewis, who was the junior and youth team coach at Leicester City. He was amazing at training forwards. I wouldn’t have had the career I did without him.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Winston Churchill. I share the same birthday as him – 30 November – which is why my middle name is Winston. To hear his stories would be incredible.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Put your heart and soul into every good opportunity you get. Work really hard and give it your all. Then, even if it doesn’t work out, you won’t have any regrets.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...The theatre. I have really got into it during the past three years because Danielle has been doing a bit of acting. It’s never interested me before, so it’s surprised me how much I love it.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I’ve lost a lot of football matches!

The unending quest that drives you on...To stay fit. I make myself go to the gym at least three times a week.

The poem that touches your soul... I haven’t got one – I’m not that deep!

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...My reputation as a ladies man is all rubbish. I’ve never messed around or had affairs. I’ve always been a faithful husband.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...My son George [now 20] was diagnosed with leukaemia when he was two months old. He had months of treatment, but he came through. Dealing with that gave me a greater perspective on life.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would park anywhere with impunity.

The song that means most to you...Danielle says I only like depressing music, so Coldplay’s Yellow is a great song for me. Really miserable!

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Winning the FA Cup with Tottenham in 1991. The saddest time that shook your world...When the doctors told Michelle and I that George had leukaemia. They said his chances were not as good as 50-50, but not as bad as ten per cent.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To present a programme when England win the World Cup. To say ‘England. World Champions’ would be a dream come true. One day…

The philosophy that underpins your life...Always try to do the right thing and always be true to yourself.

The order of service at your funeral...I’m not religious, so I don’t want any prayers or hymns. Alan Hansen [Gary’s co-star on Match Of The Day] can give the eulogy – although I’ll be gutted if he outlives me. They can scatter my ashes in the six yard box at Wembley so I don’t have to track back for offside ever again!

The way you want to be remembered...As a decent bloke, who was good at what he did and sold a few crisps!

The Plug...Gary stars in the new Walkers TV advert attempting to scale the new Walkers Deep Ridged crisp. To find out more visit www.facebook.com/walkers

 

 

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BBC Broadcaster Sian Williams:

The prized possession you value above all others...A red Russian Communist Party banner I picked up in Moscow in the 1990s as Communism collapsed. I was there producing The World At One with Nick Clarke, who died a few years later. The banner reminds me of an extraordinary time working with a remarkable man.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not spending more time with my mum [Katherine]. She died from cancer in 2009 when she was only 70. We used to speak every day.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up at Saundersfoot beach in Pembrokeshire, Wales, with my husband Paul and my children [Joss, 20, and Alex, 18, from her first marriage, and Seth, five, and Eve, three, with Paul]. I’d have salmon and bagels for breakfast at a New York diner, then walk around the forests at Applecross in the Highlands. We’d have lunch at Knoll House in Dorset, where Enid Blyton was inspired to write Noddy. They have a big pudding table and I usually go for white cherry fudge and a crème brûlée! I’d spend the afternoon ambling round Paris’s Latin quarter, then have supper at Gualtiero Marchesi’s restaurant in Brescia by the Italian lakes. I’d close the day with a brandy, then get into bed with a book.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Too much dark chocolate.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. It’s about a carer looking after a young paraplegic. It made me feel grateful for everything I have.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d whizz round hospitals to make sure patients were being treated with dignity.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Gossiping. I don’t like people talking badly about someone else.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Shawshank Redemption. My boys and I watch it every time it’s on. It’s about friendship and stoicism.

The person who has influenced you most...My father, John, who’s 74 now. He taught me to work hard and respect people, especially your colleagues.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Marie Curie. She pioneered X-rays, drove ambulances in WWI, and died of radiation exposure – an incredible life.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...The same piece my grandmother gave to me: Pick yourself up, dust yourself down, start all over again.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Helping BBC news crews who’ve returned from wars or natural disasters. I’ve done a course with the Marines which helps you spot PTSD. I’m not a counsellor, but I can assess if people need professional support.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My teenage diaries, which were thrown away in a big clear-out long after I’d left home. But I think they’d only say things like, ‘Got up, went to school, came home, did homework, watched Superstars, Claire Bennett is still ignoring me!’

The unending quest that drives you on...To be a better mother. After 20 years you would think I would know how to do it, but it changes constantly.

The poem that touches your soul...One my grandmother wrote to my grandpa the year he went to war. It has a wonderful final line, ‘You will live to love again my dear in the grand and glorious way.’ I read it at Mum’s funeral.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...There’s no room for misapprehensions about me because you can’t hide your true self after doing breakfast TV for 11 years.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Reporting on the Hillsborough disaster for local radio in Liverpool in 1989. It taught me to report news with care and respect.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I wouldn’t. The Welsh Methodist in me would make me too guilty.

The song that means most to you...The Welsh National Anthem. I sing along when it’s played before a rugby game and it always brings tears to my eyes.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Knowing Seth was alive. He was born blue and flat because he had the cord wrapped around his neck.

The saddest time that shook your world...Mum dying too quickly. The cancer was so aggressive that she died within four months of diagnosis.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To do a job that helps people with mental health problems. I’m in awe of those who put their lives to one side to care for others.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Be generous in thought and be kind in nature.

The order of service at your funeral...I’m not really fussed, but I’d like my ashes scattered on the cliffs at Beachy Head near Eastbourne, where I was brought up. I’m happiest by the sea.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who cared.

The Plug...Sian co-presents Saturday Live on Radio 4 at 9am, is a BBC newsreader, and is running the New York Marathon for Macmillan Cancer Support. www.justgiving.com/sian-williams16

 

 

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Broadcasting legend Sir Terry Wogan:

The prized possession you value above all others...A piece of paper signed by the Queen conferring a knighthood on me in 2005. It’s hanging in a prominent position in my study.

 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I’ve been too lucky in life to have any regrets. Besides, I’m an optimist, and I believe regrets are futile. Things go wrong in every life, but you must move on.

 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d begin with a breakfast of fresh mango on a boat in the Andaman Sea off Thailand with my wife Helen, followed by a stroll on the beach at the Banyan Tree hotel in the Seychelles. Our three children and five grandchildren would then join us for a fun alfresco lunch at Club 55 in St Tropez. After that we’d all head to Crane Beach in Barbados where I would attempt to body surf, but probably drown. Helen and I would have a candlelit dinner in a garden in Marrakech and I’d end the day with a large Armagnac on the terrace of our holiday home in Gascony, southwest France. As you can see, my perfect day is geared around regular intakes of food and drink!

 

The temptation you wish you could resist...Doing everything at once. I like to do things quickly, so I tend to do at least two things at the same time.

 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Catcher In The Rye by JD Salinger. I read it when I was 17 – it spoke to my generation.

 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...Being invisible doesn’t appeal – I would see things I’d be better off not seeing!

 

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Hatred in all its forms. It’s futile, worthless and ends in tragedy.

 

The film you can watch time and time again...High Society. There’s never been a cast like it – Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, Grace Kelly – and the music of Cole Porter. I’m a great fan of musicals and this one never fails to lift me.

 

The person who has influenced you most...It has to be Helen. We have been married for 47 years and not only has she given me the greatest thing imaginable – my family – she has also made me a better person. She is kind, loyal and gentle, and I have to live up to that, rather than think of myself. She’s also a very good cook!

 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...I’d like to have a chat with the ancient Greek warrior Alexander the Great and ask him why he didn’t just stay home and enjoy himself instead of conquering all those countries.

 

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...That’s easy – be kind. Kindness is the most important thing in life, but sadly there is simply not enough of it in the world.

 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I have a keen interest in birds. I’m no twitcher, but I’m fond of sitting in the garden looking at the parakeets. The beauty of birdsong in the morning is something to behold.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I don’t recall
mislaying anything, but when you get to my age, 74, possessions are less important. I’m more concerned about losing my marbles and my memory.

 

The unending quest that drives you on...I’ve never been driven, just lucky.

 

The poem that touches your soul...I’m a great lover of poetry, particularly the First World War poets. Wilfred Owen’s Dulce Et Decorum Est is a powerful testament to the futility of war.

 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I have more brains than I actually have!

 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...When the BBC offered me a slot on Midday Spin in 1967. Everything grew from there.

 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’m too
law-abiding to commit a crime.

 

The song that means most to you...Stardust by Nat King Cole brings back romantic memories, but I’m not telling you what they are!

 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Sinking the longest televised putt in history on the 18th green at Gleneagles to win a BBC Pro-Celebrity Golf match in 1981. It might be the only thing I’m remembered for.

 

The saddest time that shook your world...When our daughter Vanessa died from heart complications a few weeks after she was born in 1966. Those were terrible days. You deal with tragedy as best you can. Life has to go on.

 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To have played rugby for Ireland. Sadly, my left knee was injured when I was younger.

 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Life happens and we cannot control it. Accept whatever it brings.

 

The order of service at your funeral...Give me ten years and I might start thinking about it! I do want a party afterwards where people say, ‘Well, that’s the end of him, let’s have a drink.’

 

The way you want to be remembered...With affection. For people to have liked you is about all you can hope for.

 

The Plug...Sir Terry Wogan presents Proms In The Park at Hyde Park on 8 September.

Visit www.bbc.co.uk/promsinthepark

 

 

 

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Pop star Dave Stewart:

The prized possession you value above all others...A vintage acoustic guitar once owned by 1950s American country artist Red River Dave. It led me to record in Nashville which convinced me to start playing live again.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not having an in-depth conversation about life with my father before he died three years ago.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up at my home in LA with my wife Anoushka and our kids Kaya, 12, and Indya, 10, and my other two boys [Sam, 24, and Django, 21, his sons by Siobhan Fahey]. I’d work out, then breakfast would be an omelette with spinach and an avocado with a triple-shot cappuccino. I’d head to my office, chip in all my ideas, then go to Seaburn beach in Sunderland for a sandwich and an ice cream sundae. I’d spend the afternoon writing songs with Mick Jagger, then pop back to the office where all my ideas will have worked! I always have a vodka martini with three olives between 7.30pm and 8pm. Today I’d have it at The Wolseley in London, before dinner at the Chateau De La Chèvre D’Or hotel in Eze, South of France.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Taking sleeping pills. I have to take them to combat jet-lag.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Dickens’ Oliver Twist. When I ran away to London [from his native Sunderland] at 16, I lived on the streets and used to compare the characters I met to those in the book.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d sit in on a gossipy lunch between great women who have lived a life, like Anjelica Huston and Susan Sarandon.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...People who have closed minds.

The film you can watch time and time again...Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory from 1971. All my children have been obsessed with it.

The person who has influenced you most... Nelson Mandela. I worked with him for two years to launch his 46664 Foundation. He can make the most negative thing positive.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The 18th-century Scottish poet Robert Burns would be great fun, but I think we’d better have a whisky.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...I nailed Rudyard Kipling’s poem If above my boys’ beds when they were growing up. It’s a mantra for how to live life and its wisdom is hard to beat.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...People wouldn’t expect me to be sporty, but in fact I’m a pretty good skier. I used to stand on my dad’s wooden skis in the yard when I was a kid waiting for it to snow! 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...An electric guitar I had made in New York in 1994. I flew back to England with it and it was stolen the next day.

The unending quest that drives you on...To write the perfect song.

The poem that touches your soul...I love comedic poetry, like John Cooper Clarke’s take on the 17-syllable haiku: ‘To convey one’s mood in 17 syllables is very diffic!’

The event that altered the course of your life and character...I was in a car crash in 1975 in Germany. I had to have a huge operation and when I woke up I had a new clarity about what I wanted to do musically.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m a gregarious party boy. I’m a family man who loves music. It’s just that when I play, it attracts beautiful women.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d release prisoners locked up for their beliefs.

The song that means most to you...Ray Charles’ Take These Chains From My Heart. When I was 12, my mum used to play it endlessly around the time her and my dad split up. I’ve since  rediscovered it and think it’s beautiful.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...On stage with Annie Lennox in Rome in 1989 singing When Tomorrow Comes. She’d been through so much, but that night she was exhilarated. [Daniel, Annie’s son by then husband Uri, was stillborn in 1988.]

The saddest time that shook your world...My father’s funeral. He used to play harmonica but we never played together. As his coffin went down a tape of him playing Danny Boy came on and I played along on my guitar.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To write a memoir exposing the music industry.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Anything is possible.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d want a service in Jamaica. Some of my ashes would be scattered on the Caribbean Sea for the pirate in me and the rest at Roker beach in Sunderland, by the Cat And Dog Steps, where my brother and I will soon scatter our dad’s ashes.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone with a sense of humour who wrote a few good tunes.

The Plug...Dave Stewart’s album The Ringmaster General is released on  3 September and he is on tour 3-7  September. www.davestewart.com.

 

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Broadcaster Jamie Theakston:

The prized possession you value above all others...I collect football programmes – the rarest I have is the 1888 FA Cup Final between Preston North End and West Bromwich Albion. It would fetch around £15,000 at auction.

 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I wish I hadn’t lost touch with so many friends. 

 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions... My wife, Sophie, and I love New York. We’d head to a deli for breakfast with grits, hash browns, eggs and pancakes. Then I’d go to Augusta, Georgia, to play the Masters course with my father, Geoff, and two mates. After that I’d join Sophie and our sons – Sidney [four] and Kit [two] – on the West Coast of Barbados. We’d play on the beach and I’d sink a few rum punches. In the evening, Sophie and I would go to the Lone Star restaurant for some barbecued flying fish. Delicious!

 

The temptation you wish you could resist...Worrying.

 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Wind In The Willows by Kenneth Grahame. It started my love of reading. I read it to my kids recently and it felt wonderful reconnecting with its characters.

 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’m fascinated by Robert De Niro, so I’d hang out on a film set to see how he works.

 

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...The bureaucracy of local councils. I have no end of problems with planning and parking permits.

 

The film you can watch time and time again...The Champ from 1979 with Jon Voight and Ricky Schroder is one of the most moving films ever made.

 

The person who has influenced you most...My father. He’s strong, stoical and taught me what’s right and wrong.

 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...I’d like James Hunt [the late British Formula 1 driver] to take me on a drive in a fast car, then out for a major night. I imagine he’d know how to have a good time.

 

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Believe in your dreams.

 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...20th-century Italian furniture. My wife and I have taken two years to renovate our new house and I’ve spent a fortune in Italy. One chandelier alone cost £20,000!

 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I miss having that naive enthusiasm for life you have when you’re younger. I’m 42 now and no matter how hard you try, age turns you into a realist.

 

The unending quest that drives you on...A thirst for knowledge. I’m the type of person who always wants to know exactly how things work, to take the back off something to see whatever’s inside.

 

The poem that touches your soul...Not Waving But Drowning by Stevie Smith. It deals with someone trying to cope with mental problems. I read it as a teenager and it stayed with me.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m always unflappable. Obviously, I give that impression during live television or on the radio, but you can’t see the duck’s feet paddling like crazy under the water.

 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Becoming a father when I was 38 had a huge impact on me. Suddenly life was not about me.

 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d lock up Justin Bieber. The way he’s been manufactured reflects everything I despise about the music industry.

 

The song that means most to you...Steve Harley’s Make Me Smile. It was played as Sophie and I walked out of the church at our wedding in East Sussex in 2007. Everyone loved it and started singing along. It’s become our song.

 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The moment I knew I was in love with Sophie and wanted to marry her. I was sitting in a hotel room in Paris in 2006 while she was in the bath. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and realised how happy I looked. Two days later I proposed.

 

The saddest time that shook your world...I was very sad when London was attacked on 7/7. On my radio show the next day there was this outpouring of emotion from callers.

 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To build the perfect house for our family. I’m determined to do a Grand Designs-style project.

 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Count your blessings and appreciate what you have, rather than focus on what you haven’t got.

 

The order of service at your funeral...A traditional service at St Margaret’s in Ditchling, where I got married. It would be great if Sophie could read WH Auden’s Stop All The Clocks, or maybe they’d play Monty Python’s Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life. I might surprise everyone by making one last broadcast. I’ll announce beers will be served at a local pub and my final sign-off will be, ‘And now, the travel!’

 

The way you want to be remembered...I’d like anyone who remembers me to have felt loved by me.

 

The Plug...Jamie is in Celebrity MasterChef, weekdays, 6.30pm, BBC2.

 

 

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Cricket umpire Dickie Bird:

The prized possession you value above all others...My MBE and OBE from the Queen. I got the OBE in 1986 and the MBE this year for services to cricket and charity. I felt very humble and proud to be British.

 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I should never have stopped playing cricket for Yorkshire. I left in 1960 because I couldn’t get a regular place. I was 24 and went to play for Leicestershire, but I wish I had stayed and fought for my place.

 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d start the day with a long walk along Scarborough beach, then have coffee in a seafront cafe. The cricket ground at Scarborough is magical and if I could watch anyone it would be Garfield Sobers in full flight. I’d go to India to visit the Taj Mahal, which is wonderful in the moonlight, but would be back to Scarborough in time for dinner at the Tuscany Italian restaurant for ravioli with a glass of red. I’d stop the night at the Crown Spa Hotel, the best in town.

 

The temptation you wish you could resist...Chocolate. I can get through a box of Black Magic in a night.

 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...My bible. I won it for an essay I wrote for Sunday school when I was 12. I’m 79 now and it’s quite tatty, but if ever I get depressed, I read a passage and it gives me strength.

 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d sit in on a meeting of world leaders at a critical moment for peace in the world.

 

The pet-hate that makes your hackles rise...Weeds! I have half an acre of garden near Barnsley. Nothing gets me angrier than weeds taking over.

 

The film you can watch time and time again...I love Westerns and nobody can touch Clint Eastwood, especially in A Fistful Of Dollars. He’s magnificent.

 

The person who has influenced you most...My father Harold. He was up at 4am every day to work down the mines, but still found the energy to bowl at me after school. He told me I could make it to the top if I had no drink, no women and no going to nightclubs. I followed his advice and never married.

 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The 18th century politician William Wilberforce. He stopped the slave trade and was the greatest ever Yorkshireman.

 

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Whatever you do in life, be sure you enjoy it. 

 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’ve collected ties since I was a boy. I’ve got hundreds, all over the house, of all colours and sizes.

 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A pair of gold cuff links I got when Yorkshire won the county championship in 1959. They were stolen in a burglary in the 1970s.

 

The unending quest that drives you on...To stay healthy. I’ve had a stroke and my short-term memory is shocking. I get to Asda and forget what I’m buying!

 

The poem that touches your soul...Invictus by William Ernest Henley, the 19th-century poet. It’s so inspiring.

 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I know everything about cricket! People relay particular bits of a game from years ago and expect me to remember it.

 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...In September 1969 I had a drink with the former Middlesex fast bowler John Warr and he suggested I become an umpire. Within two years, I was a Test umpire and stayed for 25 years.

 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’m a Christian, so I’d rather miss this question. No man is above the law.

 

The song that means most to you...I always get a lump in my throat when I hear Barbra Streisand’s The Way We Were. With its beautiful sentiment of looking back fondly on the past, it makes me think of my parents.

 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Having a private lunch with the Queen at Buckingham Palace in 1990. It was just me, Prince Edward and two others, but they all left at the end, so it was just me and the Queen in the lounge chatting. I shall remember it as long as the Lord gives me breath.

 

The saddest time that shook your world...When my sister Sylvia died from a brain haemorrhage in 1974 when she was 41. I took it badly but it was even worse for my mother, who was 70.

 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To have opened for  England with a century at Lord’s.

 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Live life with a smile.

 

The order of service at your funeral...I’m the president of the Barnsley Municipal Band, so I’d like them to play at a service at the church of St Mary in the town. And I want my ashes buried at the foot of the statue of me, which is on the spot where I was born in Barnsley.

 

The way you want to be remembered...For my children’s sport foundation and as someone who was honest and treated both sides fairly.

 

The Plug...Please support The Dickie Bird Foundation which gives under-privileged children the chance to participate in sport. Visit www.the dickiebirdfoundation.co.uk

 

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Sports presenter Chris Hollins:

The prized possession you value above all others...A pair of silver cuff links I got for my 21st birthday from my parents [Linda and John, the Chelsea football legend]. As a boy, I’d always wanted a pair of grown-up cuff links. My initials are engraved on them and they have huge sentimental value. I wore them on my wedding day last March.

 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...That I went along with peer pressure at school and didn’t practise sport – especially cricket – to the maximum because it was uncool to be a try-hard. I just did the minimum and expected to become a professional sportsman because my dad was.

 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d bomb around skiing all morning in Courchevel, France, with my wife Sarah, my sister Liz and her husband, Mark, and mum, but not dad because he’s got dodgy knees and a bad hip. We’d meet him for lunch in a beautiful square in Florence. I’d play golf in the afternoon with some close mates at Ballybunion, on the south west coast of Ireland. I play off five but as this is a fantasy day, maybe I would break par! I’d have a pint of Guinness with the boys before meeting all the family in Barbados for Mojito cocktails and a great supper of jerk chicken.

 

The temptation you wish you could resist...Switching on every TV I pass for a quick flick through the channels.

 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Bounce: The Myth Of Talent And The Power Of Practice by Matthew Syed. It proves that any child can be great at something if they put in a magical 10,000 hours of practice.

 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d love to watch a genius such as Paul McCartney or Elton John making music.

 

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Negativity – especially killjoys who dampen others’ enthusiasm.

 

The film you can watch time and time again...Spartacus. I’m a sucker for an epic and this has to be the greatest.

 

The person who has influenced you most...Mum has been my moral guide and taught me to do the right thing.

 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Henry VIII – I’d like to know if he was really worried about England, or just a deranged drunk.

 

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Do not fear failure.

 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I am passionate about social history. I can stare for hours at old photographs trying to imagine what life was like for the people in them.

 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...The wide-eyed innocence of my youth. As a journalist, you become cynical very quickly and I don’t like that feeling.

 

The unending quest that drives you on...To never end a day wishing I could have done more.

 

The poem that touches your soul...Vitaï Lampada by Sir Henry Newbolt. It’s about young men in war and when I read it at the age of 16, it made me realise that if I had lived in another time, it could have been me dying in battle.

 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m on one long jolly. I work incredibly hard.

 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Getting dropped from Durham University cricket team when I was 19. It was a wake-up call, warning me that I was not good enough to be a sportsman.

 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would hack into a major bank and put £10,000 in everyone’s account.

 

The song that means most to you...Frank Sinatra’s I’ve Got You Under My Skin. When Sarah and I started going out five years ago it became our song. It sums us up and we had it for our first dance at our wedding.

 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...I had better say my wedding! But besides that it was a family holiday in the South of France when I was ten. We piled into a VW Beetle convertible and drove where we fancied for three weeks. We had the roof down, sang like crazy and had the best fun ever.

 

The saddest time that shook your world...When mum was diagnosed with ovarian cancer in 2009. She is the rock of the family and life stopped for everybody. She is all clear now, but the shock of it never really leaves you. I don’t take life for granted any more.

 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To successfully assemble a flat-pack cupboard and prove to Sarah’s family that I am not a total imbecile at DIY.

 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Say yes to everything – have a go.

 

The order of service at your funeral...I have a faith, so I would want a church service. Some nice organ music would be good and I’d want everyone to sing Jerusalem. But the main order of the day would be a big party for everyone to eat, drink and be merry. The only thing I care about is not dying with any regrets.

 

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who made a difference.

 

The Plug...Chris presents London 2012 Olympics coverage on Breakfast, BBC1 from 6am-9am.

 

 

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Decathlete Daley Thompson:

 

The prized possession you value above all others...Apart from family, it’s my health. I’m not into possessions. I even gave away my Olympic Gold medals for the decathlon [Moscow 1980 and LA 1984] to two friends who trained with me for seven years. They earned them.

 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I’ve made loads of mistakes, but don’t have regrets. You play things the way you see them and you can’t go back and change anything.

 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d take my children [Rachel, 24, Austin, 21, Elliot, 19, Alex, ten, and Aaron, five] to all five Disneyland theme parks in the world. We’d start off in Japan, and end up in California. But I’m never happier than being in England, and one area that’s special is Richmond Park. I love the deer and cycling around there, so maybe I can fit that in too.

 

The temptation you wish you could resist...Sweets of any shape and size. Midget Gems and red liquorice are big favourites.

 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Bible. I went to Sunday school of my own accord from the age of seven because I was gripped by stories like the Sermon on the Mount and David and Goliath. I found them so believable.

 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...No idea! I try to keep out of the public eye generally and have only been doing publicity work recently because of the Olympics. Once the Games are over I’ll go back to being invisible again!

 

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Insincerity. I prefer straight talking. If the answer is ‘no’, then say it. Don’t say ‘maybe’ and not mean it.

 

The film you can watch time and time again...I love Chariots Of Fire [1981]. It’s about people overcoming obstacles in life, and is in the same athletics language I speak. I knew Harold Abrahams [1924 Olympic 100m champion, played by Ben Cross in the film] and it was strange to see him depicted in the film. He was a grumpy git in real life!

 

The person who has influenced you most...Bob Mortimer, the sprint coach at the Essex Beagles athletics club. When I was 16 he forced me to change from the 100 metres to the decathlon. I was already a successful sprinter, but he was right and it changed my life.

 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Martin Luther King. People like him are very rare. It must be incredible to be driven by a higher purpose.

 

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Live life to the full and be open to people and their ideas.

 

The unlikely interest that engages  your curiosity...I’m nuts about the TV show Glee! I watched four episodes on the trot on a plane the other day.

 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My youth. I’m 54 now and can still do the 100 metres in 13 seconds. But I miss the freedom of youth, when you had no responsibilities and could just please yourself. However, I’m content in the fact I didn’t waste my youth. I loved sports and training and that’s what I did to the maximum.

 

The unending quest that drives you on...To make life as good as I possibly can for my family.

 

The poem that touches your soul...If by Rudyard Kipling. It’s about fulfilling yourself and doing things to the best of your ability.

 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...I don’t care what people think about me. If there is a misapprehension, then so what?

 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Discovering sport changed my life, but not my character. When I was nine I thought I’d be the world’s greatest footballer, then I found athletics and realised I was going to be great at something else. Even winning at the Olympics was not a big shock because I expected to win.

 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d get into my BMW and drive around the M25 as fast as I could.

 

The song that means most to you...Me And Mrs Jones by Billy Paul. It takes me back to when I was a teenager in Notting Hill going to discos. It was always the slow song at the end of the night and as soon as it came on you’d have to find a girl. Fun times.

 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Nothing can beat having kids. But every day is a great day for me.

 

The saddest time that shook your world...When I had to retire at 31 because I kept getting injured. I could have had another four years at the top.

 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d love to go into space and experience weightlessness.

 

The philosophy that underpins your life...You get out what you put in.

 

The order of service at your funeral...I can’t begin to imagine being dead, so it wouldn’t occur to me to talk about it.

 

The way you want to be remembered...Just as a good friend and a good dad. I don’t even need the athletics to be remembered. That’s all in the past.

 

The Plug...See Daley host the ‘Daz- athlon’ at www.facebook.com/dazsoapclub and find his missing  trophies to be in with a chance of  winning a cash prize.

 

 

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Fashion designer Bruce Oldfield:

The prized possession you value above all others...My dogs Babe, a Rhodesian ridgeback and Baz, a border terrier. They mean everything to me.

 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I don’t have regrets because they are negative. Life’s full of rubbish, so you just have to move on.

 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d watch the sun come up at Chiva-Som health resort in Thailand, then have one of its slimming breakfasts. I’d then have a piano lesson at home in Chelsea and play Bach’s Prelude in C faultlessly. After that I’d cook an al fresco lunch for friends at the Argiano winery estate in Montalcino in Tuscany. I’d spend the rest of the day at (socialite) Sue Sangster’s lovely house in Barbados. I’d sit on the beach with a fruit cocktail waiting to see the emerald flash (a rare meteorological phenomenon) as the sun goes down. I’m generally in bed by 10.20pm – otherwise I get grumpy – but Barbados is so relaxing I’m usually tucked up by 9.30pm!

 

The temptation you wish you could resist...I keep on working when other people are out having fun. But I love what I do and find it hard to stop.

 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Selected Poems by the 19th-century English Jesuit priest  Gerard Manley Hopkins. I studied his beautiful work for A-level at school in Ripon and it has stayed with me.  

 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I would spend the day watching the girls in our work rooms, seeing who produced the best work – and who didn’t!

 

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Bad workmanship – in anything, not just clothes. Even if I see a door painted badly it bothers me.

 

The film you can watch time and time again...All About Eve. Bette Davis gave impersonators a ticket to imitate her for years to come with that role.

 

The person who has influenced you most...My foster mother Violet Masters (Bruce was given up to care when he was six weeks old). She brought me up from the age of two until 13 (with four other foster siblings). She was a seamstress and inspired my career.

 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Maria Callas. I adore her music and would love to have heard her sing.

 

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Don’t be limited by the expectations of others. You can always be better and do more.

 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Facebook! I know it’s sad, but I love it and have about 2,000 ‘Likes’. The relationships you have on it are very hands-off. You can take it further if you want, or just leave it as a passing Hello. It’s weird, but that suits me.

 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A small 1930s Cartier tie pin. It was a lovely piece but I have no idea where it went.

 

The unending quest that drives you on...I’m not as driven as I was in my 30s, but I constantly strive to maintain my standards.   

 

The poem that touches your soul...Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley  Hopkins is a complex and beautiful poem about God being in everything.  

 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Being taken from my foster home in 1963 and put into a Barnardo’s home when I was 13. I was getting out of control, so they had no choice. It was desperately sad being dragged away from my family.

 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m grand! Maybe it’s because I’m associated with so many celebrities, but when people meet me they often say, ‘Oooh, I didn’t think you’d be so nice!’

 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would lay bicycle tyre-shredding strips on the raised zebra crossing by the Serpentine Gallery in London’s Kensington Gardens to force cyclists to dismount. They do not have priority over everyone else!

 

The song that means most to you...Joni Mitchell’s People’s Parties. I sat next to her at a party in 1982 and told her how much I loved that song. She couldn’t remember the words and was quite surprised when I recited them to her.

 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Getting an OBE in 1990. I felt I was getting some recognition.   

 

The saddest time that shook your world...Christmas Day at the Barnardo’s home after I’d been taken back. I stayed in my bed all day crying.

 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you... To have hair again!  

 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Never cut corners, or accept anything that’s second-rate.

 

The order of service at your funeral...I’d like a simple service at St Paul’s in Knightsbridge with lots of flowers and I’d have the Intrada movement from Gerald Finzi’s Dies Natalis. I’d like my ashes to be thrown to the four winds somewhere on the Ridgeway in Oxfordshire.

 

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who tried hard and, hopefully, did a good job.

 

The Plug...Bruce’s new couture bridal salon opens in Knightsbridge on 30 July. Visit www.bruceoldfield.com.

 

 

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Actress Hermione Norris:

The prized possession you value above all others...The Aga in our home in Dorset [Hermione also has a house in London]. It cost £10,000 to put in ten years ago, but was worth every penny. It’s the heart of the home – it makes amazing roasts, dries clothes and I even sit the kids on it to warm them up!

 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I wish I’d had my children younger. I was 37 when I had Wilf [now eight] and 40 when I had my daughter Hero [now four]. I’m 45 now and it’d be nice to have more stamina – being a mum can be shattering.  

 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d watch the sun come up alone at Shimla in the Himalayas, then have breakfast with a girlfriend at Tom’s Deli in Notting Hill – I love the eggs Benedict there. After skiing in Val d’Isère with my husband Simon, I’d relax with all the family on North Island in the Seychelles – a stunning private desert island with villas. I’d have a massage and read a novel on the beach, then go horse riding in Patagonia before heading to New York to watch Ruthie Henshall in Chicago on Broadway. I’d end the day having dinner with Simon at Le Manoir aux Quat’Saisons near Oxford, then head home to London.

 

The temptation you wish you could resist...Buying for a family of ten when I’m in Waitrose! I’ll happily spend an hour there and rack up a bill of £300.

 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Pat Barker’s Regeneration Trilogy [Regneration, The Eye In The Door and The Ghost Road] opened up the First World War to me. The scale of the loss of life is deeply moving.

 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d shadow Meryl Streep at work. She’s an incredible actress with the lightest of touches.

 

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...The culture of fear we live in because it stifles creativity. People should have the freedom to fail because that’s what drives inspiration.

 

The film you can watch time and time again...Spy Game with Robert Redford and Brad Pitt. It’s beautiful – essentially it’s a love story between two men.

 

The person who has influenced you most...My drama teacher Colin Cook at the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art. He gets your blood up and makes you passionate about acting.

 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Nell Gwyn was the first commercially successful actress. I’d love to chat to her about her world and ask her about her boyfriend, Charles II.

 

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Be comfortable with yourself and embrace who you are, because you’re going to be in your company for the rest of your life. Be your own best friend. The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...

I love bad cookery programmes. The Barefoot Contessa with Ina Garten is appalling, but watching her is strangely comforting

 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A beautiful platinum butterfly necklace with blue sapphire wings. Simon gave it to me but I lost it about five years ago at work and still feel bad about it. It was quite rare and he was genuinely upset.

 

The unending quest that drives you  on...To do a beautiful piece of acting work. 

 

The poem that touches your soul...The Desiderata [written by American Max Ehrmann in 1927]. It’s like a little manual on how to live your life. 

 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People think I’m very put-together, refined and tidy, but I’m actually very scruffy and messy and not at all put-together!

 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Getting a scholarship to ballet school when I was 11. My dream was to be Margot Fonteyn, but ballet led me into acting.

 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d love to put on a black catsuit and pull off a really complex jewellery robbery.

 

The song that means most to you...Louis Armstrong’s What A Wonderful World. It was on the radio at the exact moment my son was born.

 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Obviously, when my children were born, but also getting into LAMDA at 18. I was working in Liberty when I found out and said, ‘Oh God, YES!’

 

The saddest time that shook your world...My father dying when I was 21. It broke me, but it also made me grow up and decide what I wanted to do with my life.

 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To give my children a solid foundation to their lives.

 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Carpe diem. 

 

The order of service at your funeral...I’d be burnt on a pyre at Varanasi in India and have my ashes scattered on the Ganges. Then an orchestra would play Giovanni Pergolesi’s Stabat Mater in F minor at a huge party in my garden in Dorset, followed by fantastic fireworks!

 

The way you want to be remembered...As a person who left lots of love behind.

 

The Plug...I’m a patron of Maggie’s Centres. They offer extraordinary care to people with cancer. Please support them at www.maggiescentres.org.

 

 

 

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Spandau Ballet stinger Tony Hadley:

The prized possession you value above all others...My baby grand Yamaha piano. My wife Ali bought it for my 50th birthday, in 2010. It cost £10,000 so it was incredibly generous.

 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I was too trusting when I was younger, especially of certain people in the music business.

 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d have breakfast with all the family [Tony has five children: Thomas, 28,Toni, 26, Mack, 21, Zara, five, and five month- old Genevieve] at Blues restaurant in Camps Bay, Cape Town. I’d then float over the Earth in space before landing back at my home in Buckinghamshire for a roast-rib-of-beef lunch with my family and friends.

Then Ali and I would get the deckchairs out at a villa we love in Sardinia and have a gin and tonic or two in peace. I’d end the day with tapas and rosé wine at Ramon’s in northern Majorca.

 

The temptation you wish you could resist...A kebab at 3am when I’m travelling back from a show. I love them but I have to watch my weight. I’m 16- and-a-half stone at the moment.

 

The book that holds an everlasting resonanceWhen I was eight I discovered The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe by C S Lewis and it made me fall in love with reading.

 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d visit Area
51 [the secretive US air force base in Nevada] and find out if we’ve been
visited by aliens.

 

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...I loathe litterbugs and I’m pretty vocal if I see someone do it.

 

The film you can watch time and time again...Chitty Chitty Bang Bang because it has everything – great music, magical scenery, a rags-toriches story and a car that can fly!

 

The person who has influenced you most...Frank Sinatra. I love his music, but more than that, I find inspiration from his life. He hit rock bottom, yet he dusted himself down.

 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...William the Conqueror. I’d love to know what motivated him to invade England and what vision he had. The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child... Be open-minded so you can always see the other side of the coin.

 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Logging! We moved into a new house last summer with two acres of land and quite a few trees, which I maintain. I bought a chain saw, a helmet and special leggings and boots. I’m a scary sight in all the kit.

 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...An orange plastic Beatles guitar I had when I was five. It got lost along the way and I wish I’d looked after it.

 

The unending quest that drives you on...To succeed. I admire people who are content, but I need to keep striving.

 

The poem that touches your soul...In Flanders Fields by the Canadian Major John McCrae. It’s poignant and distils the horror of the First World War.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People expect me to be up myself because of all those moody Spandau Ballet publicity photos. But I’m really friendly.

 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Signing the Spandau record deal with Chrysalis Records in 1980 when I was 20.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...

I’d break into the vaults underneath the Vatican and root through all the archives.

 

The song that means most to you...Sinatra’s That’s Life. It always lifts my spirits and reflects my take on life.

 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Playing the Albert Hall with Spandau in 1983. When I was 17 I had gone there with my mum to watch Frank Sinatra. I managed to get backstage and he spoke to me. I told him that it was my ambition to be a singer. He said, ‘I hope you succeed, son’, and shook my hand. I remembered that when I did the sound-check before that gig. I had fulfilled a dream.

 

The saddest time that shook your world...Also when I was 17, my nan Rose died of stomach cancer. I was absolutely devastated.

 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d love to star in a wham-bam Hollywood action movie and get an Oscar.

 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Look after your family and friends and be a decent person.

 

The order of service at your funeral...I’d like people to dress as if they’re going to a concert, so it won’t be too sombre. I don’t believe in the afterlife, so I don’t want anything too religious, but maybe someone can tell a few anecdotes about my chaotic life. They can play Pretty Vacant by the Sex Pistols during the cremation and I’d like people to file out to Monty Python’s Always Look On The Bright Side of Life.

 

The way you want to be remembered...Here lies a good bloke. And he could sing a bit, too.

 

The Plug...Tony is supporting Cadbury Dairy Milk Postcards campaign as part of its London 2012 Olympic and Paralympic Games sponsorship.Visit www.cadburypostcards2012.co.uk

 

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TV naturalist Chris Packham:

The prized possession you value above all others...A tiny brass falconry bell I bought in 1974. It was worn by a kestrel I got, called Tim. Owning Tim was a seminal moment in my life, because of the struggle it took to get him. Working class boys back then were not allowed to be involved in falconry, so I stole him from a nest and kept him in secret. It gave me a sense of independence.

 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Ignoring a boy walking his new puppy on a Christmas morning when I was 17. He was about 12 and looked at me proudly, but I just walked on by. I was an angry young man at the time and I regret my lack of humanity.

 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d begin with a walk on Bamburgh beach in Northumberland with Itchy
and Scratchy, my miniature poodles. I’d then go to Antarctica with my stepdaughter, Megan, 17, to take photos of the wildlife. I’d have oysters for lunch at the oyster bar at New York’s Grand Central Station, then go to the Rothko Chapel in Houston and look at the paintings. I’d end the day at my holiday home in south-west France with my partner Charlotte. We’d listen to the frogs in the swimming pool. I hate swimming so I turned it into a pond.

 

The temptation you wish you could resist...Alcohol. I probably have the capacity to be alcoholic, so give it up for months, but am always tempted back.

 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Brave New World by Aldous Huxley, which I read as a teen. I related to the character John The Savage. Like him, I felt isolated and like an outcast.

 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...To see how a top football manager like Alex Ferguson deals with his players at half-time when his side is losing in a big game.

 

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...The lethargy and dishonesty in conservation. Too many committees say things are great when they aren’t.

 

The film you can watch time and time again...The Thing. Although it is horror, it is my comfort film. I feel quite content with its apocalyptic end for humanity!

 

The person who has influenced you most...My biology teacher John Buckley. When I was 11, he turned me from a bird egg collector to a young scientist. He suggested I count the eggs and map the nests instead of stealing from them.

 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...I’d love to meet Horatio Nelson before Trafalgar to see how he was with his men.

 

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Love life. All life. Everything has its purpose in the ecosystem.

 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Spitfire planes. I was brought up on a diet of Spitfires because my dad loved them and they were based near our home in Southampton.

 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A basic blue plastic comb I’d had for five years. It fell out of my bag in a Cardiff car park but I only realised when I got to Southampton. I am totally OCD about losing things, so I drove back the next day to look for it, but the car park had been swept.

 

The unending quest that drives you on...To take a perfect photograph which exactly conveys that precise moment and what I was feeling when I took it.

 

The poem that touches your soul...There is a poetic sentence in Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince which means a lot to me: ‘It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is important is invisible to the eye.’

 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People often say they think I’m a nice bloke. But I’m incredibly self-critical and don’t see that.

 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The death of my kestrel Tim. I buried it beneath the nest I’d stolen it from six months earlier, and I felt a huge sense of failure. I dealt with its death in total isolation, which made me a more independent person.

 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal Johannes Vermeer’s The Lacemaker and sleep with it above my bed.

 

The song that means most to you...Pure by The Lightning Seeds. It may be a bit naff, but I think it’s an unpretentious love song that bounces along.

 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Ten years ago, when my poodle Fish excitedly jumped on my lap and licked my face one day. My girlfriend at the time said, ‘He loves you so much.’

 

The saddest time that shook your world...Five days after that day, when Fish was run over and killed.

 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To see Earth from space.

 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Go harder, go madder, go faster. It’s about being the best you can be by pushing yourself harder than anyone else.

 

The order of service at your funeral...I would want a simple service, then be incinerated to Shout Above The Noise by the punk band Penetration, which has been a mantra for my life.

It is about being an individual.

 

The way you want to be remembered...I don’t feel the need to be remembered.

 

The Plug...I’m an ambassador for Arla Foods’ Kids Closer To Nature campaign, which encourages children to experience the great outdoors. Visit
www.kidsclosertonature.co.uk

 

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Legendary director Bryan Forbes:

"I would be happy for family and friends to remember my good bits, scatter my ashes in the garden and plant a tree in my memory"


We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s the turn of film director, author and actor Bryan Forbes (who directed Rob McGibbon in International Velvet alongside Tatum O’Neal – well, sort of!)

The prized possession you value above all others...My garden, which I have fashioned from nothing since Nanette [actress Nanette Newman] and I bought our house when we got married in 1955. It has ten acres and was completely overgrown and I became obsessed with making it beautiful. The garden has been my passion and my sanctuary over the years. I am 85 now and not very mobile, so I can’t garden any more, which is sad.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...
That I was never able to make my film of Napoleon and Josephine. Ian Bannen was going to play Napoleon and I slaved over writing it for three years, but then Warner Brothers junked it because Stanley Kubrick was going to make a film on the same subject, although he never did.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I would spend all day with my three wonderful granddaughters [India Rose, 24, Tilly, 21, and Lilly, 15]. We’d fly by private jet to Antigua for breakfast on the beach, then on to New York for shopping, so I could spoil them. We’d have tea at the Carlyle Hotel, then go to a Broadway musical in the evening, then fly back home on the private jet, missing all the hideous delays we normally have to endure.

The temptation you wish you could resist…To stop buying books. I love reading and have about 6,000 books. I used to have nearer to 10,000, but I have sold a great many in recent years. I owned a bookshop for 37 years, so there was a great temptation to pinch from myself!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Good Soldier by Ford Madox Ford. He was an extraordinary writer and this is such a clever, brilliantly constructed novel. I wish I could write as well as him.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I would reschedule all television programming. We have about 600 channels at home, yet Nanette and I often can’t find anything worth watching. I think the programmers have lost touch and it drives me nuts.

The pet-hate that makes your hackles rise...All those politicians on the gravy train at the European Parliament in Strasbourg. They waste amazing amounts of our money complicating our lives with idiotic regulations. It would be great if we could tell them all to get stuffed!

The film you can watch time and time again...
Jeux Interdit (Forbidden Games) directed by René Clément from 1951. It is a French classic about innocence, which epitomises the futility of war.

The person who has influenced you most...
Graham Greene was a great mentor who always encouraged me. We first met in London in the 1950s and we were in touch right up until his death [in 1991]. I used to see him a lot in the South of France when he was living in Antibes. Once we were having dinner at a little bistro called Chez Felix and he turned up with a revolver in a plastic bag. He said: "If a black Citroen drives by, make sure you duck. It will be the Marseille mafia coming to shoot me!" Graham was always one for great drama and he was a lovely man.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Marcel Proust. I would like to know how he managed to keep on writing.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Don’t despise education – it could be the difference between happiness and abject failure.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...
Cooking, which will most definitely seem unlikely to Nanette and our family because I can only cook three dishes! I once set fire to the kitchen whilst making langoustine flambé. But I love the idea of cooking and admire Rick Stein for being so innovative.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A signet ring that Nanette gave me, which came off while swimming in the South of France in the 1960s. I spent hours diving for it, but never recovered it.

The unending quest that drives you on...
The whole object of writing is to write a masterpiece, but it doesn’t happen to many people. I wrote one great novel – Familiar Strangers – which I am proud of, but if I could write a book as good as Greene’s The End of the Affair I would die a happy man.

The poem that touches your soul...I don’t have one. Poetry has not been a great force in my life.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...I honestly don’t know what people think of me. I was known as a jack-of-all-trades, which is fine, but can inspire envy. You have to wait until you are dead before people say what they think of you, but then you can’t read it! (And they have written wonderful things about you, Bryan – including me! You were so very much loved and respected. RM)

The event that altered the course of your life and character...When in 1942 the BBC producer Lionel Gamlin took me for tea and a bun and gave me a job as Question Master for the BBC’s Junior Brains Trust. It was my first professional job and my life in show business began. He also suggested I change my name. [Bryan’s real name is John Clarke].

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I think we are badly governed by politicians of all hues. One doesn’t want to commit murder, but it would be nice if they could all be miraculously obliterated.

The song that means most to you...
When I Fall In Love as sung by the great Nat King Cole. I was directing a film called King Rat [released in 1965] in Hollywood and one night at a cabaret Nat suddenly dedicated that song to me. He was desperate to be an actor and star in that film, but I had the unfortunate task of telling him there wasn’t a part for him.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Managing to buy our house in Surrey and forging our life here. It had been derelict for seven years and we bought it at auction for £8,300, although we couldn’t afford it. My best man gave me a private mortgage to help pay for it.

The saddest time that shook your world...When I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis whilst directing The Slipper and the Rose in 1975 [film was released in ’76]. It was a horrible time, especially for Nanette, because it felt like I had been given a death sentence. I kept it secret because I would not get any work if people thought I was not long for this world because of insurance problems. But all the doctors later admitted that the diagnosis was totally wrong and I have never developed any symptoms.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...
I don’t really have one. I have been luckier than most and realised so many ambitions. I received a British Film Institute Fellowship earlier this year. I am very proud of getting that.

The philosophy that underpins your life...
Never take anything for granted.

The order of service at your funeral...I am not very religious, so I wouldn’t want a formal ceremony as such, or a tombstone. I wouldn’t even want people to wear black. I would be happy for family and friends to remember my good bits, scatter my ashes in the garden and plant a tree in my memory.

The way you want to be remembered...As somebody who was not taken in by fame.

The Plug...My new novel The Soldier’s Story is published by Quartet Books in July, priced £18.

The Bryan Forbes died at his beloved home surounded by his family following a long illness on Wednesday, 8th May 2013. He was 86. RIP.

 

 

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Fashion model Jodie Kidd:

The prized possession you value above all others...A diamond and platinum necklace that converts into a tiara that my grandmother Lady Beaverbrook left to me when she died in 1988. 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...During my first modelling job when I was 15 in Milan for the fashion designer Gianfranco Ferré, I called him Karl – as in Karl Lagerfeld, his greatest competitor. I never worked for him again!

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up on the west coast of Barbados and have a huge fresh fruit breakfast. I would be with Andrea [her boyfriend, Argentine polo player Andrea Vianini] and our baby son Indio, who is nine months old. Andrea and I would then go for a swim in the Arroyo de Jose Ignacio river in southern Uruguay, followed by lunch at the Lucifer restaurant in Pueblo Garzon. I would then go scuba diving in the Seychelles. For the evening, I’d come back to our home in West Sussex, put the baby to bed and go to my favourite local pub – The Three Crowns, in Wisborough Green – and drink local ales until last orders.

The temptation you wish you could resist...A glass of cold beer. It’s too easy to have one and keep going.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Wind In The Willows. My mother read it to me when I was little and I can’t wait to read it to Indi.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d go to Area 51 [the US air force base in Nevada used for secret testing] and find out if a real UFO ever landed.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Dishonesty. I hate liars. I have come across a lot of it in the modelling world and have a good radar for lies. 

The film you can watch time and time again...The Shawshank Redemption with Tim Robbins and Morgan Freeman. I love the moral of the story and how Robbins’ character gets justice.

The person who has influenced you most...My dad [businessman and former showjumper John Kidd]. He has been a great role model and taught me how to be a good person.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...

Jules Verne [the 19th-century French author who pioneered science fiction writing]. I’d like to know how he foresaw submarines and space travel.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Work hard and play hard. Enjoy spending every penny you earn on living your life.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...AI, artificial insemination in horses! Andrea and I breed polo ponies and it’s amazing.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I lost an Omega watch two years ago when I was riding. It wasn’t valuable, but I loved it.

The unending quest that drives you on...Winning! I have a very competitive streak, especially in sport.

The poem that touches your soul...If by Rudyard Kipling because my godfather [the late Douglas Bunn, who founded showjumping’s home, Hickstead] said he would give me £10 if I learnt it when I was little. I couldn’t do it, but I fell in love with the poem because it’s all about courage – and it reminds me of him. 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The birth of Indi [on 5 September 2011]. Having him has made me calmer, softer and more humble towards people.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m posh and anorexic. I had a wonderful upbringing, but I’m normal. And since giving birth I am a size 12-14. 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would steal the gold from Fort Knox to buy loads of beautiful land. 

The song that means most to you...Money For Nothing by Dire Straits reminds me of singing it with my dad in the car when I was about eight.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Scoring an eagle [two under par] in 2004 at The Road Hole at St Andrews, which is meant to be one of the hardest holes in golf.

The saddest time that shook your world...Seeing the Twin Towers come down in 2001. I was in New York for fashion week and saw it from the balcony of an apartment about 30 blocks away. I could even see people jumping. It shook me – and the world.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To ride the Hickstead Derby course. You need to be a gutsy rider and I don’t think I could even try, especially now I’m a mummy.

The philosophy that underpins your life...He who has the gold makes the rules! That was written at the foot of the stairs in my godfather’s house.

The order of service at your funeral...I will leave it all to my family because I will neither know nor care what happens. I’d like to be buried in Sussex. Above all, I want everyone to have a big knees-up and celebrate life.

The way you want to be remembered...As a connoisseur of fine red wine who brought some good to the world.

The Plug...Jodie Kidd has designed a limited edition Formula 1-inspired Sky+HD 1TB box. Visit www.sky.com/designerboxes   

 

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Published: 9 June 2012

Football commentator John Motson:

The prized possession you value above all others...My collection of football programmes. I’ve got every FA Cup Final programme since 1921 and all the England World Cup ones. They represent my 60-year passion for the game.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Never having had the thrill of commentating on England playing in a major final.   

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up at the Dormy House hotel at Broadway in the Cotswolds and go for a four-mile run. Then lunch at Oslo Court in London’s St John’s Wood: smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, followed by a meat dish with red wine. After that, a match at my local football club, Barnet, with my 26-year-old son Fred. Then a cream tea at the Landmark Hotel in Marylebone, washed down with champagne in its Mirror Bar. Finally, a slap-up dinner at The George of Stamford Hotel, off the A1 in Lincolnshire.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Snacking on bread and cheese while on the road – which is why I’m normally a stone overweight at the end of each football season.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Power Of Positive Thinking by Norman Vincent Peale. I left school feeling inferior because I was the smallest in the class and not great at sport. The book inspired me and helped me as a cub newspaper reporter.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d drive a black London taxi for the day. For years I thought I’d do that job if the commentating didn’t work out.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Email! It’s spoilt the art of conversation. I’m a dinosaur about technology, I can only go as far as texting.

The film you can watch time and time again...Scent Of A Woman with Al Pacino. People think I’m a very serious person but it really makes me laugh.

The person who has influenced you most...My wife Anne. She’s kept my feet on the ground. We’re a team and I couldn’t cope without her.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Herbert Chapman, Arsenal’s hugely influential manager in the Twenties. He made football more professional. I’d love to tell him how he helped make the game what it is today.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Always take a positive from a negative. Jimmy Hill taught me that.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Business. I’ve no idea how it works. I meet people who say they’re a ‘non executive director’ and do very little for a salary. Sounds good to me!

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...The ability to play football. I enjoyed it immensely and will never have that pleasure again.

The unending quest that drives you on...Never letting my work standards slip, and therefore giving the younger commentators a run for their money.

The poem that touches your soul...William Wordsworth’s Daffodils. One of my few regrets is I’ve never really been the type to stop and stare. I put too much effort into my job to ever stop.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m a Tottenham Hotspur fan! 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...When Hereford United beat Newcastle 2-1 in the FA Cup on 5 February, 1972. It was a classic game and it changed my life because my boss on Match Of The Day realised I could be trusted to commentate on a big match.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d burn down a pub near where I live in Hertfordshire. It’s on a busy crossroads and causes no end of traffic problems.

The song that means most to you...Kirsty MacColl’s He’s On The Beach because I always associate it with Bournemouth. We have a flat there and it’s my little sanctuary.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The day in 1971 when I got my first contract on Match Of The Day. To be hired by a show that was getting 10 million viewers was mind-blowing.

The saddest time that shook your world...The bombings in London on 7 July, 2005. For it to happen in the city I love really saddened me. The memory still makes my blood run cold.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To be a quiz show host. I was the questioner on a Mastermind special for the 1978 FA Cup Final and a lady who worked for Magnus Magnusson said I had a great future doing that, but nothing ever happened!

The philosophy that underpins your life...Never be late. My mother instilled punctuality in me. I’m a real nuisance because I’m always the guy who’s there early, standing in empty rooms.

The order of service at your funeral...My father was a Methodist minister so I suppose I’ll have a small service in a Methodist church. But I’m only 66 and I hope I’m still fit enough to go on for many more years.

The way you want to be remembered...As a decent broadcaster. And for championing sheepskin coats for 40 years!

The Plug...Motty is part of the BBC team on television and radio during the European Championships until 1 July.

 

 

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BBC News anchor Huw Edwards:

The prized possession you value above all others...My grandmother’s bible, which was presented to her as a little girl in 1915. It’s a treasured link with my family’s past.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I wish I’d spent more time talking to my grandparents about their lives. My paternal grandfather, John Edwards, was a ship’s carpenter who spent three years in a German prison camp during the Second World War.  

The way you’d spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d spend all day with my wife Vicky and our five children [three boys aged 15, 14, 12, and two girls, 11 and nine] and begin with breakfast on the terrace at the Hotel Metropole in Beaulieu-sur-Mer on the Côte d’Azur. Sadly it closed in 2006. Then we would spend all morning skiing on the Aiguille du Midi above Chamonix. Lunch of smoked salmon then Dover sole with Chablis at Scott’s in Mayfair. The afternoon walking along Rhossili beach in South Wales, followed by tea at my mother’s house in Llangennech. Vicky and I would go to a Mozart opera at Glyndebourne in the evening, then have supper at Masia del Mar in Tenerife for paella. A glass of the Italian digestif Fernet Branca would end the day.

The temptation you wish you could resist...All sweet things especially Dairy Milk and my mum’s Welsh cakes. I am either fully on, or fully off. I’m currently off – but for how long?

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...How Green Was My Valley by Richard Llewellyn. It conveys so much of the hardship suffered by the mining communities. My maternal grandfather died in a mining accident when he was 28 and I was in tears reading Llewellyn’s account of a pit fall.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d watch the College of Cardinals meeting in conclave at the Vatican to choose a new Pope. I would then reveal the workings of this most secretive of bodies on BBC news, but I’d have to steer clear of Rome for a while, just in case…

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...People who think a crowded train or bus is the perfect place to tuck into a smelly meal.

The film you can watch time and time again...Chariots Of Fire for its epic tale of Olympic triumph and its perfect musical score.

The people who have influenced you most...My parents, Hywel and Aerona. The values they shared have been powerful driving force in my life.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Jesus. Talking to him would unlock the mystery of his life.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Don’t dwell on your mistakes, but do learn from them.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Darts. I have a board in the garage and once scored 180 in 1983.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A brass tobacco tin which belonged to a great-great-uncle, Daniel Jones, in 1880. It was lost during a house move in 1991.

The unending quest that drives you on...To be a better broadcaster and, in the process, to provide for my family.

The poem that touches your soul...There is a sublime poem by the Welsh poet Waldo Williams called Cofio (Remembering) which explores our fragile lives and links with the past.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People assume the sombre news presenter is the real me. I love telling jokes, but it’s impossible on the news.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...I spent a year teaching in France in the early 1980s. I’d never lived outside Wales before then.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...If I admitted that, it would defeat the object!

The song that means most to you...Y Tangnefeddwyr – also by Waldo Williams – which is an anti-war anthem. It was sung at my father’s memorial service after he died of pancreatic cancer two years ago.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...My wedding day, and the births of my children, but also becoming the BBC’s youngest-ever political correspondent when I was 26.

The saddest time that shook your world...My father’s death. He was an academic who encouraged my interest in politics. I miss ringing him for advice. Time heals, but it’s a slow process.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To be a concert pianist or organist. I play for pleasure, but I’m acutely aware of my limitations.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Focus on what’s really important, invest in family and friends.

The order of service at your funeral...A bilingual service in one of the London Welsh chapels with a Welsh choir. The best food and drink will be at the reception. It will be up to my family where my ashes are scattered, but if some are sprinkled in Wales and some in London that would reflect my life.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who did his best.

The Plug...Huw is to lead the BBC’s live coverage over the Diamond Jubilee Weekend from 3-5 June.

 

 

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Published: 26 May 2012

TV presenter Phillip Schofield:

The prized possession you value above all others...An EMI 2001 television camera. They’re very rare and an iconic symbol of TV. I found mine recently via Twitter and I aim to get it working again. 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not learning the piano. I’d love to be that person playing during a singsong at a party. It’s too late now.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up with my wife Steph in the Maldives and have breakfast by the beach on the island of Villingili. We’d have lunch on a friend’s boat in St Tropez, then drive a Bentley from San Francisco to Death Valley in California.

Then we’d head to Little Fistral beach in Newquay, Cornwall, with our daughters Molly [18] and Ruby [16] and have fish and chips from Flounders chip shop. We’d end the day with dinner at Ackergill Tower hotel in the Scottish Highlands, followed by a bonfire on the beach with a bottle of Old Pulteney whisky.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Finishing a bottle of wine! It’s beyond me to re-cork an open bottle.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Jancis Robinson’s Wine Course lit the touch paper to my wine odyssey in the mid-1990s. I have about 8,000 bottles in my collection now. 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d break into a building at the end of The Mall that’s covered in vines. No one will tell me what it’s used for so I’d finally find out.  

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...People who refuse to reverse down the single lane track near our village in Oxfordshire.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Lion In Winter from 1968 with Katharine Hepburn and Peter O’Toole. Hepburn is my movie idol because she was so fearless.  

The person who has influenced you most...My school careers advisor in Cornwall, Bruce Connock. He fixed it for me to spend a day at BBC Plymouth when I was 13. 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Elizabeth I just before she made her ‘heart of a king’ speech at Tilbury in 1588, in which she inspired her men to fight the Spanish Armada. I’d like to know her state of mind.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Pick your battles. 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Clay pigeon shooting. I’m actually a pretty decent shot.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A certificate I was given by the ambulance service in New Zealand (where we moved when I was 19) in 1982 when my father, Brian, had a heart attack in our sitting room and I brought him back to life with CPR. I lost it that night. 

The unending quest that drives you on...To visit the next new place on my list of 100 that I want to see. 

The poem that touches your soul...A Shropshire Lad by AE Housman. I love its sense of missing home.  

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People expect me to smile all the time. But if I went around grinning the whole time people would think I was mad!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The night I saved my dad. I was only 20 and I had to suddenly grow up. Seeing the fine line between life and death was terrifying and truly shocking but the CPR gave him an extra 25 years. 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d break into Buckingham Palace or Windsor Castle and have a rummage through all the secret archives and diaries.  

The song that means most to you...Make Me Smile by Steve Harley And  Cockney Rebel reminds me of summers in Newquay when I was a teenager. I felt free and was having the time of my life.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...When I got a standing ovation at the end of the first night of Joseph And The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat in 1993. I could have made such an idiot of myself, but it worked. 

The saddest time that shook your world...When my dad died at 5.50pm on 1 May 2008. I couldn’t save him that time. He was 72 and had a terrible demise from heart failure – he deserved better. I don’t think I have totally dealt with it. He was a decent, honest man, with a great sense of humour, and I miss him so much.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d love to orbit the world in the International Space Station. I have an App on my phone that tells me when it’s going over me.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Be brave, take risks, but listen to alarm bells and trust your instincts.

The order of service at your funeral...I’ll probably come in to The Lark Ascending by Vaughan Williams and go out to Make Me Smile. There’s a load of wine for a wake, but I don’t want it all drunk because there’s a pension in my cellars for Steph!

The way you want to be remembered...Fondly. And as a trusted friend who was generous with his time.

The Plug...Phillip will be part of ITV1’s coverage of the Jubilee on 5 June.

 

 

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Published: 19 May 2012

Strictly Judge Craig Revel Horwood:

The prized possession you value above all others...My house in Camden, north London. It’s a Victorian two-up-two-down. I paid £149,000 for it 14 years ago when I was broke. I had to borrow from a loan shark to get the deposit, but it’s worth about £600,000 now. It represents security.   

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I wish I’d kept studying music. I played the French horn and trumpet at school in Ballarat, Australia, but I let it go when I left at 15. I bought a new trumpet a while ago and plan to start playing again.  

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...A big breakfast in a dirty old diner in New York, followed by a walk through Bois de Vincennes in Paris, then a swim and surf on Tamarama Beach in Sydney. I’d have lunch at Icebergs Italian restaurant on Bondi beach with lots of LPR – Laurent-Perrier Rosé champagne – then I’d sleep it off in the sunshine on Primrose Hill – I love the view of London. I’d start the evening with a cocktail at the CN Tower in Toronto, then watch a West End show. After a dinner with celebrity friends – Nancy Dell’Olio is always good for a party – I’d go clubbing till dawn at Heaven!

The temptation you wish you could resist...Pepperoni Passion pizzas from Domino’s. I get two at a time, but I could eat ten.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Thorn Birds by the Australian author Colleen McCullough. I read it when I was 17 and it was the first book I actually enjoyed.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d sneak around theatre dressing rooms and listen to the bitching – it’s hilarious.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...People chewing with their mouths open. Yuck!

The film you can watch time and time again...I’ve seen Strictly Ballroom about 40 times and love it. It always reminds me of when I was trying to make a living as a drag queen.

The person who has influenced you most...American theatre director and choreographer Susan Stroman. She had me choreograph Crazy For You in South Africa in 1994. It gave me professional credibility that went beyond dancing and led to other work – so years later, indirectly, it got me Strictly.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...I’d love to meet Natalie Wood and find out what happened on that boat. [Wood drowned in 1981 on a boating trip with her husband, actor Robert Wagner, and Christopher Walken.]

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Tell the truth. I got caught shoplifting a pencil when I was 11 and tried to hide it from my parents. When I confessed I felt so much better.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I only passed my driving test last year, and bought a 1973 Triumph Stag Mark II V8. I get a kick out of it – and for me to like cars is very unlikely!

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My innocence. I lost it at 17 by sleeping with an Aussie TV star in exchange for dance classes.

The unending quest that drives you on...I seek perfection in everything I do, but sadly I rarely find it.

The poem that touches your soul...My Country is an iconic poem about Australia by Dorothea McKellar. I read it and I can smell the eucalyptus trees in the Outback.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m nasty. I’m a generous and loving person, but I’m deadly serious about my work.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...When I got the phone call in 1982 telling me I had a part in West Side Story in Melbourne.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’m not sure exactly what I’d do but I know it would be a crime of passion.

The song that means most to you...The Greatest Love Of All by Whitney Houston. I always sang it at auditions.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...When I first got a complicated tap dance move right in 1993. I thought I was rubbish but I suddenly did this sequence and I was euphoric.

The saddest time that shook your world...Breaking up with my partner Lloyd. We were together for 12 years, but it ended in November 2005 and I was heartbroken.   

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d love to be a famous singer with a diva’s voice.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Be honest with yourself and only do things for the right reason.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d insist on an audition process for who gets to do the eulogy – and the audience would be given Strictly-style score cards to produce once it’s done! There’d be plenty of LPR afterwards and I want my ashes dropped out of a plane at 30,000ft above Australia so my dust would settle across the country.

The way you want to be remembered...As a fun-loving gentle giant who told the truth. And with a loud Boooo!

The Plug...Craig won BBC2’s Maestro At The Opera. If you missed it, catch up on BBC iPlayer, www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/

 

 

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Globe-trotting broadcaster Alan Whicker:

 "I hope Whicker’s World stimulated people to see the world for themselves"

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s the sublime travelleing TV legend Alan Whicker…

The prized possession you value above all others...My 1962 Mulliner Park Ward Bentley Continental. I bought her when she was a few months old, but I can’t remember how much I paid for her. She’s dawn blue, one of 150 made, and still the most beautiful car on the road. But I’m afraid she doesn’t get much chance to clear her throat in Jersey, where I’ve lived since 1973.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Constant travelling leaves friendship in disrepair, and I should probably have made more effort to stay in touch.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d start with the superb chocolate cake they serve for breakfast on the Orient Express. Once in Venice I’d stroll around, then have a quick Bellini in Harry’s Bar followed by baked tagliolini with ham and cheese, before being magicked to the place that changed my life. I first visited Norfolk Island in 1960 and its friendliness prompted me to find my own island home. This speck between Australia and New Zealand is a paradise where nothing bites or stings. Later I’d head for Hong Kong and a pedicure with Mr So at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel. I’d leave there walking on air, then cross the road and have dinner at David Tang’s China Club. Finally I’d fly to Bali to breathe in the sounds of the gamelan and crash out to the sound of waves. 

The temptation you wish you could resist...I’ve never met an ice cream or a piece of chocolate I didn’t like.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Under The Volcano by Malcolm Lowry. All the action takes place in Mexico on the Day of the Dead, and it inspired me to film a Whicker’s World around that macabre celebration in 1963. I think it won an award!

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I would rewrite the rules at airport security. Queues would be abolished and a nail file would no longer be seen as a lethal weapon.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Rudeness, particularly interviewers who constantly interrupt.

The film you can watch time and time again...Witness, with Harrison Ford and Kelly McGillis. It’s like a moving Vermeer interior – visually beautiful, exciting and subtle. 

The person who has influenced you most...My cousin Reginald. He gave me my first typewriter. By 14 I was knocking out articles and short stories and gathering piles of rejection slips.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Shakespeare. We know so little about him, yet he knew so much about us.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Find something that excites you and follow it with passion.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I have a colony of red squirrels living in my garden, and I can watch them for hours.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My father Charles’s pocket watch. He died when I was three and I have no memory of him. I gave it to Olga [Whicker lived with oil heiress Olga Deterding for three years in the late 1960s] and when we parted the watch stayed with her. 

The poem that touches your soul...I love anything by John Donne, but Ithaca by CP Cavafy is a wonderful description of life as a voyage of hope, discovery and adventure.

The unending quest that drives you on...Curiosity. I’m the only person who really is interested in other people’s holiday snaps!

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...Lazy journalists used to write that I only interviewed the rich. In over 50 years, I can count on one hand the number of my programmes concerned with wealth.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...In the Army Film and Photo Unit during the war I learned how not to waste words or time – and to appreciate the fact that I came through the conflict unscathed.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I wouldn’t mind stealing a private jet.

The song that means most to you...I Won’t Send Roses from the musical Mack & Mabel, sung by Gordon MacRae. It reminds me how hopeless I am at remembering birthdays.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...My year in Venice after the war. I was enchanted just to be alive. 

The saddest time that shook your world...The Cuban Missile Crisis. I really believed the world might end.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’ve never got around to cruising the Chilean fjords. 

The philosophy that underpins your life...Seize the day.

The order of service at your funeral...It’s not something I’ve given any thought! But it’ll be at Trinity Church, near my home. I’ll be most comfortable among the camellias and daffodils.

The way you want to be remembered...I hope Whicker’s World stimulated people to see the world for themselves.

The Plug...The DVD of Alan’s landmark series Journey Of A Lifetime, £9.99, www.amazon.co.uk. Also visit www.alanwhicker.co.uk

 

The Alan Whicker died on 12th July 2013 after suffering from bronchial pneumonia. He was 87 and leaves his long-time partner Valerie Kleenman. RIP.

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Cricket commentator Henry Blofeld:

The prized possession you value above all others...A malacca cane once owned by Kumar Shri Ranjitsinhji, the first Indian to play in Test matches for England, in the 1890s. To have something of his feels very special.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not being able to speak French. I’d have so much more fun visiting France if I could.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up at Paris’s Ritz Hotel and have some delicious salmon kedgeree followed by croissants and French coffee. After a rum punch at Jamaica Inn in Jamaica, I’d begin lunch with oysters at Doyles restaurant in Sydney followed by lobster thermidor at Le Manoir aux Quat’Saisons hotel near Oxford.

I’d watch Indian batsman Sachin Tendulkar get his first century at Lord’s, then I’d take my daughter, Suki, 48, for dinner at Paul Bocuse’s L’Auberge du Pont de Collonges in Lyon. If I had the energy, I’d go to a West End show – but not if it got in the way of dinner.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Skinny-dipping in St Tropez. Terrific fun, but at 72, it’s not pretty.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Galahad At Blandings by PG Wodehouse. My father used to read a lot of Wodehouse to me when I was a boy and this one makes me laugh the most. He is the funniest writer England has ever produced.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d visit the cellars of Louis Roederer in Reims, northern France, and tuck into its extraordinary vintages of Cristal champagne. I’m a boozy old thing.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Pretentiousness in any form, but particularly when people use a five- syllable word when a short one will do.

The film you can watch time and time again...I adore High Society – the songs, like True Love, always lift me.

The person who has influenced you most...My mother. Her name was Grizel – she drew the short straw at the font. She was a tremendous character who shaped my mind.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Marlene Dietrich intrigues me. I’m sure we’d have a memorable evening.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Always be yourself.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’m always on the lookout for cartoons by the 1920s Australian leg-spinner Arthur Mailey. I love cartoons. We live in a rather gloomy world and humour makes everything so much better.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I’ve been frightfully good at losing money over the years, so it would be splendid to have some of that back!

The unending quest that drives you on...To be organised – I lose my wallet three times a day, my glasses four times a day, my diary five times a day and my mobile phone is permanently lost.

The poem that touches your soul...Tennyson’s Ulysses. I learnt it off by heart during my first term at Eton. It’s a remarkable piece of verse that reminds one that it’s a great adventure to be alive in this world. It also brings back happy memories of school.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I live off the proceeds of a big estate. My family had land in Norfolk, but it went to my brother. I work hard but have tastes far in excess of my income. However, I’ll be damned if I’ll change!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...When I was 17 at Eton I cycled under a bus. My skull was fractured and I was unconscious for 28 days. Until then I was a promising cricketer and had scored a century at Lord’s, but my reflexes were ruined.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal a set of Wodehouse first editions. I had them once, but sold them to collect cricket memorabilia. I still miss them.

The song that means most to you...Noël Coward’s A Bar On The Piccola Marina. We met in Jamaica in 1961 and became friends. He never stopped talking and was extremely funny.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...When I got on the BBC’s list of Test commentators in 1968. I was elated. It is the great joy of my life.

The saddest time that shook your world...When my Labrador, Punch, died. I was 12 and it was the first time I realised things did not last forever.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I would love to have been a successful novelist. I wrote a lamentable novel called A Decent Time Limit once. It was utterly unprintable.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Four words: give it a go.

The order of service at your funeral...Leaving instructions would be vanity. Those who love me will get it right. My body will be like an old overcoat that has lasted well, but needs to go.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who had heaps of fun, and gave enjoyment to many.

The Plug...Do join me at my one-man show, Blowers, Shaken, Not Stirred. Visit www.henryblofeld.co.uk. Tune in to Test Match Special on BBC Radio Five Live Sports Extra this summer.  

 

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TV Astrologer Russell Grant:

The prized possession you value above all others...My 12 volumes of The Victoria History Of The County Of Middlesex, where I was brought up. The books give a wonderfully in-depth history and mean everything to me.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Waiting until I was 60 and on Strictly before learning to dance. I should have done it decades ago because it’s set my soul free.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’m an Aquarian and good on my own, so I’d spend the day by myself. I’d wake at dawn in Salzburg, drive through the Tyrol to Innsbruck for coffee, then have breakfast by the lake in Lucerne, Switzerland. I’d have lunch in St Petersburg and stroll around the Hermitage Museum. I’d check in to the Beverly Wilshire Hotel in LA and relax before seeing a matinée in London. Then I’d grab a salt beef sandwich in the Star Deli in New York before a Broadway show. I’d have supper somewhere Mediterranean and close the day with a concert in Vienna.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Maltesers. I open a box and won’t close it again until it’s empty.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Anna Karenina deeply moves me. Russian novels sum up the joyous and tragic sides of me.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d sit in the middle of an orchestra during a performance of Jacques Offenbach’s operetta Orpheus In The Underworld and be utterly absorbed by the music.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Bigots whose minds are closed and who play on people’s prejudices.

The film you can watch time and time again...Big Business with Bette Midler and Lily Tomlin because it makes me howl with laughter.

The person who has influenced you most...I’d need two – my grandmothers Alice and Lily. Alice – who was my mother’s mother – taught me manners. Lily had a great sense of fun.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...George III. I find the period leading up to the American War of Independence fascinating.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Use your potential. Not allowing your natural gifts to flourish will dampen your spirit.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’m really into statistics and I love lists because you get the facts, devoid of the opinions of others.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I’ve never lost anything I care about. I’m a great hoarder. Everything gets a safe place.

The unending quest that drives you on...Helping others realise their potential. I love mentoring. My Academy of Showbusiness opens in Wales soon.

The poem that touches your soul...Lord Alfred Tennyson’s In Memoriam, because of the line, ‘Tis better to have loved and lost/ Than never to have loved at all. It is so true, and one of the most beautiful lines ever written.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That astrology was my first and only profession. I was an actor and singer long before that – I was on TV in On The Buses.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Presenting the Queen Mother with her astrological chart at the Daily Mail Ideal Home Exhibition in 1978. From that moment on I was the ‘astrologer royal’.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal all the outfits I wore on Strictly from the BBC’s costume department.

The song that means most to you...The Coronation Scene And Finale from Ivor Novello’s musical King’s Rhapsody. I toured in that show for six months in the late 70s and it reminds me of happy times.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Meeting Princess Diana in 1984. She told me she watched me every morning presenting Your Stars on BBC Breakfast Time. She was captivating and made me feel special.

The saddest time that shook your world...Losing my grandmothers in the late 90s – Alice to Alzheimer’s and Lily through old age. It sent me into a deep depression that lasted ten years. I began comfort eating and by 2009 I weighed 26st, which is when I began to sort myself out.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To have my own entertainment series on TV with a big orchestra, music, dance and acting – but no astrology!

The philosophy that underpins your life...Judge not lest you be judged.

The order of service at your funeral...I’ve reserved my plot at St Mary’s Church, Harefield, Middlesex. I was raised in the village and was head choirboy. I want beautiful hymns, but also a bit of fun, so I’ll make it fancy dress – with an emphasis on musicals.

The way you want to be remembered...He was fair, just and tolerant. And an entertainer who came back after everyone had written him off!  

The Plug...I am currently starring as the Wizard in The Wizard Of Oz at the London Palladium. For tickets visit www.wizardofozthemusical.com

 

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Published: 21 April 2012

Olympic rower James Cracknell:

The prized possession you value above all others...The roof of my house in west London. I had to sell my prized £17,000 1968 Mustang GT 390 – like the one from the Steve McQueen film Bullitt – to pay for it. I loved that car, so now I call the roof my Mustang Roof!

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I regret letting key friendships drift because of my dedication to rowing and the Olympics. You can only let people down so many times before they stop bothering.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d wake up with the family [wife, TV presenter Beverley Turner and children, Croyde, eight, Kiki, three, and Trixie, one] on Waimea Bay in Hawaii and have breakfast on the beach, then surf. Then I’d go with mates to watch the Dallas Cowboys play. We’d have beers (and admire the Texan ladies!), then I’d go to a remote part of New Zealand’s South Island with Bev. I’d build a shelter and catch crayfish for her to barbecue, because I’m not a great cook. Then we’d watch a film on the beach.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Tuning in to Sky Sports News even though I know that absolutely nothing new will have happened since I watched it 15 minutes earlier!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Aesop’s Fables. I first read them when I was eight and they have stayed with me. They’re simple, but work on many levels. I always give a copy as a christening present – with a case of port.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d go back in time to be with Hitler in his bunker at the end of WWII and see it all unravel.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Programmed responses said without any real meaning, like ‘Have a nice day’. I prefer people to be genuine.

The film you can watch time and time again...Stanley Kubrick’s Dr Strangelove, because it’s so original and funny. Peter Sellers is hilarious in it.

The person who has influenced you most...My mum Jennie taught me right from wrong and what to fight for.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Abraham Lincoln – he overcame so much and was the most inspirational leader, it’s no coincidence that he’s the only American president to have his statue in Parliament Square.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Be tough on yourself and analyse your own involvement in something before you blame others. 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Military and political history. The world can learn lessons from the past – but sadly it doesn’t.  

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...Photos of the first three years of my son’s life, which were on a laptop stolen in 2006.

The unending quest that drives you on...To know what I’m doing with my life. Rowing consumed everything and I still haven’t worked out who I am.

The poem that touches your soul...I’m not keen on poetry but I love hymns. Morning Has Broken moves me.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I went to Oxford or Cambridge, simply because I row. I went to a grammar school and Reading University.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The accident was a huge shock and changed the way I view life. [In 2010 James was hit on the head by the wing mirror of a tanker while cycling in Arizona, suffering damage to the brain that still affects him today]. I’m lucky to be alive and value every day much more.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...Maybe I’d kill Hitler while I was invisible, but it would have been better to kill him in 1933 and save 10 million lives.

The song that means most to you...Lovers Rock by Sade. Bev and I walked down the aisle to it in 2002 and it always makes me feel good.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...When our daughter Kiki was born at home in 2009. It was particularly poignant because my sister Louise’s baby girl Eva had died a year earlier at just a week old. Understandably, Bev was very fearful about the birth, so when Kiki arrived safely it was perfect.

The saddest time that shook your world...When Eva died. She’d suffered asphyxiation in the labour. My sister and her husband were robbed of their child and had to switch the life-support off.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To be able to dance with natural rhythm. Whenever I get on the dance floor it’s a disaster, with limbs flailing everywhere.  

The philosophy that underpins your life...Be honest with yourself and take responsibility for your actions.

The order of service at your funeral...I want to be cremated, but beyond that I don’t really care – flush my ashes down the toilet and get on with life!

The way you want to be remembered...I don’t expect anyone to remember me for my rowing, but I want to be thought of as a good mate, a loving husband and a great dad.

The Plug...World’s Toughest Expeditions with James Cracknell starts tomorrow at 9pm on Discovery Channel. Visit www.jamescracknell.com.

 

 

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Published: 14 April 2012

Interior designer Kelly Hoppen:

The prized possession you value above all others...My father Seymour’s photo albums. He died when I was 16 from a heart attack; he was only 48. I have five albums dating back before I arrived, so they give me an insight into his life. I miss him and think of him every day.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I get a sense of deep regret the morning after a big party when my head’s pounding!

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d start with a jog in Hyde Park, then have breakfast at home cooked by my daughter Natasha [28], who’s a chef. Then we’d go for a walk around Portobello Market with my stepchildren [actress Sienna Miller and her sister Savannah from Kelly’s second marriage to Ed Miller, from whom she is now divorced].  I’d then meet Nelson Mandela for lunch in Mvezo, the village where he was born. I’d absorb his wisdom and humble spirit and learn from him about my own South African heritage [Kelly was born there but moved to the UK when she was two]. I’d have dinner with friends at Nobu in LA then listen to great music at the Birdland jazz club in New York.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Cadbury’s chocolate. I’ll buy a Dairy Milk, a Topic and a Ripple and scoff the lot. Oh, and a Daim Bar!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Adventures Of The Wishing-Chair by Enid Blyton. It reminds me of my happy childhood.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d stand in a locker room while Brad Pitt and George Clooney were taking a shower!

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Those hideous fabric covers people put over loo seats and loo rolls. Why? They’re so unbelievably naff. 

The film you can watch time and time again...I watch It’s A Wonderful Life every year and never tire of it. It’s such a beautiful fairytale and I particularly love the angel, Clarence.

The person who has influenced you most...My mother. She always tells me the truth when others won’t. Even my friends’ children go to her for advice.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Marilyn Monroe. She was beautiful, sad, and a great actress. A few vodkas with her would be a hoot.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Believe in yourself because if you don’t, no one else will. And never ever give up. I lecture children all over the world and tell them this.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’m obsessed with tidying my fridge. I have a large Gaggenau and all the drinks are in ordered rows and all the food is organised in a certain way. It might be a mild form of OCD, but I don’t lie awake thinking about it!

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My dad’s Taurean zodiac medallion, which was given to me after he died. It was the only thing I had that had been close to his skin. It was stolen in a burglary a couple of years later. It was very special and I wish I still had it.

The unending quest that drives you on...To always do better. No dream is too big for me and I’m always striving to do more. I’m not happy to stop.

The poem that touches your soul...The Owl And The Pussycat reminds me of my hatred of school. I’m dyslexic, so it’s impossible to memorise things, but that is the one poem I learned by heart.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I only get out of bed for £300,000. That was written years ago – it’s a lie!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...When my book on style, East Meets West, was published in 2001. People loved it, which gave me the confidence I was doing something right.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal Picasso’s Jeune Fille Endormie.

The song that means most to you... Aretha Franklin’s I Say A Little Prayer. It reminds me of wonderful, carefree times with all the family singing it.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Getting my MBE from the Queen in 2009 was a proud moment. When she looked at me my heart leapt!

The saddest time that shook your world...My father dying. He was a true gentleman with a great sense of humour. But such a loss so young made me self-sufficient and helped me to succeed.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’ll not rest until the world is covered in taupe! (I am well known for having taupe in my styling).

The philosophy that underpins your life...Nothing is impossible. You have to believe that to succeed.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d have a simple service and be buried next to my dad in London. I’d also lay on a party for everyone who knew me. They’d drink cocktails, eat healthy food, dance to jazz and soul, share stories and light candles.

The way you want to be remembered...As a caring and loyal person who made a positive difference to the world.

The Plug...I’m proud to be an ambassador for The Prince’s Trust. Please support this great charity by visiting www.princes-trust.org.uk.

 

 

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Published: 7 April 2012

Producer Nigel Lythgoe:

The prized possession you value above all others...My life! I nearly lost it twice in 2003. First I had a heart attack, then peritonitis [inflammation of the abdomen] after my appendix exploded. I was in hospital for three months and they removed 15ft of my intestine.  I blame the heart attack on Simon Cowell. We were on holiday in Barbados and he made me drink and smoke too much. Then one night he got me dancing with some transvestites. Back in America a few days later I collapsed!

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...The loss of my 34-year marriage. Bonnie and I drifted apart and she divorced me in 2009. I tried to woo her back but it didn’t work. I have a huge sense of sadness about it ending.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions..I love yachting and playing golf but am too busy [Nigel produces American Idol and So You Think You Can Dance in the US]. So I’d get a yacht with my sons [Simon, 36, and Kris, 32] and my mate John and sail around the Florida coast playing the best courses. I’m a hopeless hacker, though, and play off 23, so the golf wouldn’t be pretty.

The temptation you wish you could resist...A traditional British fry-up at the King’s Head pub in Santa Monica.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien was the first book I enjoyed. I was 14 and when I finished I started it again.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d simply have fun messing with people’s things. I’m sure someone invisible does it to me because I’m always losing stuff!

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...When people don’t listen properly at work and then make mistakes.

The film you can watch time and time again...I saw The Godfather in London when it came out in 1972 and loved it. I’ve seen it probably 20 times – I always find something new.

The person who has influenced you most...Jon Scoffield was an incredible director and producer at ATV. I met him when I was 30 and he made great things happen in my career. He’s still alive, but we’re no longer in touch. 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Fred Astaire was a huge idol for me. He had such style and I’d love to hear all his stories about making it in showbiz.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Keep your common sense. All too often people panic under pressure. Just stop, stay calm and think. 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’m absorbed with education, particularly in America. The arts are being cut out of teaching yet it’s proven that children learn better when you involve passion and emotion. I’ve spoken to Congress about how you can teach through dance.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My youth! Dance has been a huge part of my life and it would be nice to still be capable of the moves I made when I was younger. I fear they’re lost forever.

The unending quest that drives you on...I’m driven by creating great TV shows and giving talent the opportunity to flourish. When you can’t do it yourself any more, you get pleasure from making it happen for others.

The poem that touches your soul...Rudyard Kipling’s If. As far as I’m concerned, it’s about common sense.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m nasty! That persona came out of Popstars and has stuck in the UK, although no one thinks of me like that in America. Here, I’m Nurturing Nigel.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The success of American Idol. It took me to America in 2002 and made me wealthy.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d be an expert computer hacker and break into  FBI files to find out who killed JFK.

The song that means most to you...You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin by The Righteous Brothers. When I was 15 in Liverpool I’d sit in a cafe with my mates playing it on the jukebox and we’d all try to hit that low note. Great times.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The birth of my son, Simon. He was yellow with a pointy head and the nurse said, ‘He looks like his dad!’

The saddest time that shook your world...Receiving divorce papers in 2005 broke my heart. They arrived just before Christmas and I was distraught.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...It doesn’t haunt me, but I’d like to direct a feature film – a romantic comedy, a musical or a sci-fi.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Never be horrible to anyone – unless they’re horrible to you.

The order of service at your funeral...Having faced death before, it doesn’t scare me. My only worry is how it’ll affect my kids and the people who love me. I’d like my ashes scattered in the Pacific somewhere off the coast of LA.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who was always passionate in everything he did and said. He wasn’t always right, but he tried.

The Plug...Nigel set up the Dizzy Feet Foundation in 2009 to help young people become dancers. Visit www.dizzyfeetfoundation.org

 

 

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Published: 31 March 2012

Presenter Fern Britton:

The prized possession you value above all others...A pussycat soft toy called Johnson. He was bought for my older sister Cherry but I fell in love with him when I was two. He’s always on the bed but Phil (her second husband, chef Phil Vickery) chucks him off.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I have regrets, but nothing I haven’t dealt with. You have to learn from mistakes, tidy them up and move on, or they’ll finish you off.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d have breakfast in my garden in Buckinghamshire with Phil and the children [twins Jack and Harry, 18, Gracie, 14, and Winnie, ten]. Then I’d hang a perfect row of laundry. For elevenses I’d stroll around St Tropez, then zoom round in a 1957 Riva speedboat. I’d have a massage on a tropical island, then go to a West End theatre for a good laugh. Supper would be lobster, new potatoes and Hellmann’s mayonnaise with Phil on a Cornish beach. I’d end the day at home watching Antiques Road Trip.

The temptation you wish you could resist...It would be good to curb my internet shopping – I buy everything online, from underwear to gadgets.

The book that holds an everlasting  resonance...Bram Stoker’s Dracula. When I was 14, Cherry and I read it to each other with a bottle of port. We thought Dracula was misunderstood!

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d nip into the Treasury and see how much we have in the coffers, then apportion it properly.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...I can’t stand people whistling. It makes me want to kill them.

The film you can watch time and time again...Top Hat with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. The dancing is sensational. I love old films.

The person who has influenced you most...My mother, who’s 88. She taught me that ‘everything passes’.  

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Mary Tudor, Henry VIII’s sister. She had a horrible childhood: abandoned by her father, forbidden from seeing her mother. No wonder she cracked up.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Hard work brings good things. And I don’t just mean professionally. You have to work at relationships and friendships, too.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’m hopelessly addicted to Formula One motor racing and even play in an online fantasy league.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My grandma’s gold wedding band. I was really upset when a burglar stole it in 1990.

The unending quest that drives you on...To always keep my mind alive and interested in new things. I don’t want to ever feel my life has stopped.

The poem that touches your soul... Robert Frost’s Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening. It is so evocative that I can feel the chill.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People assume I’m a cuddly, mumsy girl next door who’s a bit naive. That is 50 per cent of me, but the other half likes to drink margaritas and dance on the tables until 2am and is not shocked by anything. People underestimate me.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Getting a job as a continuity announcer at Westward Television in Plymouth when I was 23.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d be a crack assassin and shoot world leaders who are oppressing their people.

The song that means most to you...Dionne Warwick’s I Say A Little Prayer. It reminds me of the earliest days with Phil. We played it as we walked down the aisle when we renewed our vows [in 2008, after marrying in 2000]. It’s our little song.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Knowing that Phil and I had fallen in love. I was saying goodbye after our first weekend together and neither of us wanted to be apart. Two months later we were living together.

The saddest time that shook your world...Having fertility treatment and failing three times in the early 1990s. The disappointment was crushing, but on the fourth attempt I had the twins.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To have a perfect garden with borders that consistently change through the seasons.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Just DO it!

The order of service at your funeral...I’d like fairy lights on my wicker coffin and my ashes to be scattered during a speedboat ride in Padstow, Cornwall, one warm summer’s evening. My children always joke that they’ll put ‘Shut that bloody door!’ on my gravestone.

The way you want to be remembered...I don’t expect to be remembered by anyone other than my children. I envisage being in an old people’s home and telling people I used to be on television and everyone thinking, ‘Oh dear, she’s finally lost the plot!’

The Plug...My second novel, Hidden Treasures, is published by HarperCollins on Monday, priced £12.99. I’m supporting The Genesis Research Trust’s cycle ride in Sri Lanka in 2013. Please join us by visiting www.iogt.org.uk.

 

 

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Author Peter Mayle:

The prized possession you value above all others...My dog Nellie, a Korthals Griffon – given to me as a birthday present ten years ago by my wife Jennie – is a source of daily joy. Never critical, always good-humoured. A treasure.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I left school at 16 and skipped university to work, initially as a waiter. I think I missed out on what would have been great years.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions..I no longer have any desire for long-distance travel. I prefer to stay in my home at Lourmarin, Provence. A perfect day here would include breakfast in the sunshine, a walk in the Luberon Regional Park, an extended session in the pool, and a long lunch with friends at the Auberge de la Môle  restaurant near St Tropez. Not very exotic, I’m afraid, but very pleasant.

The temptation you wish you could resist...I would dearly love to resist the temptation, if you can call it that, to worry. It’s boring, it’s anti-social, it’s unproductive and it’s depressing.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Elements Of Style, by William Strunk and EB White. It was first published in 1918 and remains a concise reminder of how to write. My copy was given to me more than 40 years ago by my old boss, David Ogilvy. [Mayle worked for the advertising guru in New York for 15 years.] 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d visit the kitchen of the Élysée Palace when the cooks are preparing a banquet for a particularly unpopular head of state. Could they resist putting something disgusting in his soup?

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise... Meanness, social or financial.

The film you can watch time and time again...Lawrence Of Arabia, because of David Lean’s direction and Peter O’Toole’s performance.

The person who has influenced you most...David Ogilvy, who cured my sloppy writing habits and taught me about advertising.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...I’d like to arrange for myself, Napoleon and Margaret Thatcher to get together. Listening to them re-writing history would be absolutely fascinating.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...American politics, which are even more grotesque and pretentious than British politics.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...The blind optimism of youth.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Carpe diem – seize the day – and try not to take life seriously. I have a robust sense of humour which helps me deal with problems.

The unending quest that drives you on...Fear of poverty. What also keeps me going is the hope that the next book I write will be better than the last.

The poem that touches your soul...When I was at school, my punishment for sniggering in class was to write out William Wordsworth’s I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud 200 times. That dampened my enthusiasm for poetry, something which persists to this day. I prefer prose.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...I can’t think anyone has the time or interest to have misapprehensions about me.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...In the early Sixties, when I was 23, I left England to go and work in advertising on Madison Avenue, New York. It was the era of Mad Men and I loved it. At 26 I was earning more than the British Prime Minister. Those years in America made me feel that anything was possible.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d eliminate George Bush, Tony Blair, Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld.

The song that means most to you...These Foolish Things by Bryan Ferry because I love the lyrics and it always reminds me of my wife.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...There have been so many happy moments, I cherish them all. But I hope the happiest is yet to come.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of close friends is always sad. Recently a neighbour and friend of 40 years died and his going leaves a sad gap in our lives.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d love to have played cricket for England, but I fear the window of opportunity has been firmly closed for some time.

The philosophy that underpins your life...One must never forget that life is unfair. But sometimes, with a bit of luck, this works in your favour.

The order of service at your funeral...I’ve often thought the best time to die would be after a long lunch – just before the bill arrives! I loathe funerals, and would prefer not to have one. Instead, I’d like to put aside enough in my will for a lavish lunch for a few friends.

The way you want to be remembered...With amusement and affection.

The Plug...Peter’s latest novel, The Marseille Caper, will be published by Alfred A Knopf and Quercus Books in September.

 

 

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Published: 17 March 2012

Writer and comic Ruby Wax:

The prized possession you value above all others...My iPhone 3. I’m not sentimental about possessions but my phone has all my numbers. I would lose my meaning on Earth if it disappeared.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not having boyfriends earlier in life. I didn’t have my first serious relationship until I was 27. I wish I’d been a raver and had lots of flings.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d have a totally self-indulgent, all pampering spa day with some girlfriends. I’d begin in the Maldives, then go to Bali, where I’d have ten people massaging me. I guess I should spend time with my husband [TV producer Ed Bye] and our kids [Max, 23, Madeleine, 21, and Marina 18]. I’d meet them in Hawaii for some surfing then I’d go to the Schloss Elmau hotel in the German Alps which has four spas.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Binge spending. Generally I’m careful but then I’ll buy something insanely expensive like a pair of leopard-print Prada trainers for £500.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. The main character, Esther Greenwood, is a freak who doesn’t fit in. I read it when I was 16 and completely identified with her. Plath was a rebel who went nuts and killed herself. Her story couldn’t be more romantic.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’m ashamed to say I’d hang out at Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie’s house.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...I can’t stomach inane girly chat. I have to move away when they start yabbering on about their baby.

The film you can watch time and time again...A Clockwork Orange. I saw it 17 times and fell in love with Malcolm McDowell, even though he beat up old people to Beethoven. You can see why I had trouble with men.

The person who has influenced you most...

Alan Rickman. We met at the Royal Shakespeare Company when I was 23. He was my mentor and told me to start writing comedy. I wouldn’t have a job if it weren’t for Alan.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Cleopatra, the most powerful woman ever. I’d like to know the truth behind the legend – and how she did her make-up.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...You only have one shot at this life, so try everything and do not be afraid. Life is for a limited run. I always do things that scare the hell out of me.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’m studying for a masters degree in Mindfulness-Based Cognitive Therapy at Oxford University. It focuses on how the brain works. I was hopeless at school, so no one appreciates how unlikely this is more than me!

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My Davy Crockett hat, which flew out the car window when we were driving in Wisconsin. I was 13 and had loved that hat for years.

The unending quest that drives you...To find ways of helping people understand how to calm the turbulence of their mind so they can have some solace.

The poem that touches your soul...Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas. It’s so passionate.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m some screaming American. It’s a persona I made up – I’m a real softball.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Getting into the RSC. I didn’t have a lot of hope, but I got in and it changed my life.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...

I would steal everything from the designer departments at Selfridges. I love it.

The song that means most to you...Twist And Shout. John Lennon’s voice made me scream and it reminds me of sticking Beatles posters on my ceiling.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Going to Oxford University for matriculation in September 2010. I was wearing a bat costume (gown and mortar board) and was so insanely happy that I felt like I’d left my body. Something like that happening was never on the cards for me.

The saddest time that shook your world...Whenever I have depression. The last time was in February 2006 and it lasted for four months. It was like being in a coma but you’re awake.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I wish I’d done some serious documentaries. I was asked to interview Yasser Arafat and Gaddafi in the 1990s, but someone at the BBC said: ‘You don’t do that stuff’. I could have done a good job.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Stay curious. I am very interested in other people, which is good because it stops you from being self-obsessed.

The order of service at your funeral...Maybe I’d have my ashes scattered at the Reethi Rah in the Maldives – one of the world’s most expensive resorts. I could have room service for eternity.

The way you want to be remembered...As the most fascinating, mould-breaking woman that ever walked the earth!

The Plug...I have just launched Black Dog Tribe, a website that helps people with mental illnesses meet one another. Visit www.blackdogtribe.com.

 

 

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Actor Timothy Spall:

The prized possession you value above all others...A silver-tipped cane that belonged to Bram Stoker [the Dracula author]. It was given to me in the late 80s by the journalist Daniel Farson, his great-nephew, who was a dear friend of mine. The stories it could tell...

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I still feel bad about taking a ten-shilling note off a smaller boy when I was five. He’d just found it and I bullied him. I felt so ashamed I gave it to an Asian woman with a baby.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...My wife Shane and I would wake up on our barge, The Princess Matilda, on the Helford River near Falmouth in Cornwall, then sail with dolphins in the Irish Sea. After lunch with our three kids and two grandchildren at The Palmerston pub in Dulwich, south London, I’d nip home to watch Flog It!. Later, Shane and I would watch the sunset on safari in Zimbabwe, then have a beer with my mum and three brothers on Kent’s Isle of Thanet. We’d dine at The Lobster restaurant in LA’s Santa Monica, then visit the Isle of Kerrera in western Scotland, and Margate. We’d end the day in Banff in north-east Scotland, watching the 20ft rollers come in.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Sausage rolls. But I throw the last third away to prove I have self-control!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Dickens’s novel The Pickwick Papers. I read it when I was recovering from leukaemia in 1996. Its wit and beauty stopped me worrying about death. It became part of my treatment.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d listen to David Cameron and George Osborne talking in private, so I’d know what they’re really like before they put on the masks they present to the public.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...General bad manners.

The film you can watch time and time again...A Matter Of Life And Death with David Niven from 1946. It grips you from the first 20 seconds. 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Jesus. I’d like to know if he’s happy with how the past 2,000 years have turned out.

The person who has influenced you most...My school drama teacher Helena Mietz. After I played the lion in The Wizard Of Oz when I was 17 she said, ‘I never say this to my students because acting is a horrible profession, but you should definitely be an actor.’ Those words changed my life.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Being kind and polite makes the world a better place. And adults are only grown-up children.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I love morris dancing. It’s an ancient ritual that celebrates life. I even shed a tear when I see people doing it.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My dad Joseph’s pocket watch. He died from stomach cancer when he was 55 and I was 24. I used to wear it but it was stolen in a burglary about 20 years ago.

The unending quest that drives you on...To keep getting better at acting, so it never looks like I’m acting.

The poem that touches your soul...Tarantella by Hilaire Belloc. It paints an amazing picture of a love that’s gone.  

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m an everyman and a man of the people who you can always talk to in the pub. In fact, I’m an intellectual snob of rich royal Prussian ancestry!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Getting seriously ill made me realise what is and what isn’t worthwhile. Looking over the precipice of life stopped me worrying about my career, and from then on it seemed to take care of itself.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal Turner’s painting Snow Storm – Steam-Boat Off A Harbour’s Mouth.

The song that means most to you...Dido’s Lament from Henry Purcell’s opera Dido And Aeneas. It’s about death and is one of the saddest songs of all time, but I could only enjoy it again after I was feeling better.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...When I got the letter saying I’d got into RADA when I was 19.

The saddest time that shook your world...It was unspeakably horrible being ill and thinking about leaving Shane and my kids. But I kept saying to myself, ‘You are not going to die.’

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To play the drums properly. Drumming is very cathartic because you can have a good bash when you’re angry about something.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Always see the funny side.

The order of service at your funeral...A Little Of What You Fancy Does You Good sung by Marie Lloyd, plus Dido’s Lament to add some misery. I’d also want Onward Christian Soldiers, then all my mates telling stories about me at a big wake with a huge bar tab. No burial – I’d want to be fired out of a cannon from a boat off the Isle of Thanet.

The way you want to be remembered...As a good actor and quite a nice bloke.

The Plug...My wife’s book, The Voyages Of The Princess Matilda, is published by Ebury Press, priced £11.99.

 

 

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Published: 3 March 2012

Broadcaster John Humphrys:

The prized possession you value above all others...There are a lot of things I like but nothing I couldn’t live without.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not going to university. I’d love to know whether I would have got a brilliant degree or been slung out after the first year. Probably the latter.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d spend the morning at my house in Greece, swimming in the warm waters of the bay, then be magically transported to west Wales where I’m renovating a ruin of a farmhouse. Because this is a fantasy day it would be perfectly restored. I would walk along the coast, with the skylarks and dolphins for company, and then come back to a log fire, a glass of wine and a good book. Bliss.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Crisps – I’m a sucker for them. I used to eat two bags of crisps a day, but I’ve cut back to one a week. It’s the ultimate sacrifice.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...To Kill A Mockingbird confronts you with evil, but leaves you with immense hope. I’ve just finished reading it with my son Owen, who is 11. He loved it. All children should read it before they are 13.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I would lurk inside Number 10 and eavesdrop on all David Cameron’s important meetings, so I would know for sure what he really thinks. And then, when he next sits opposite me in the Today studio…

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...I hate waste, especially of food. I was brought up in post-war Britain when there was real austerity and children went hungry. Waste is morally wrong.

The film you can watch time and time again...I enjoy the cinema but I would prefer to read a book. That said, I have seen To Kill A Mockingbird with Gregory Peck many times and it is superb.

The person who has influenced you most...Nobody. I’ve always known what I wanted to do with my life, so I’ve never really sought anyone’s advice.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...It has to be Jesus. The big unanswered question is: Does God exist? Clearly, the best time to meet him would be after his Crucifixion. I don’t believe in God, but no one can be sure. Except, of course, Richard Dawkins.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Learn from your mistakes and try not to repeat them.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My innocence. It would be wonderful to see the world again through new eyes, like those of a child.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...

I enjoy cooking curries. I make all my sauces from scratch and I cook at least two a week.

The unending quest that drives you on...I’d like to finish a Today programme knowing I had got the big interview exactly right – that I had asked all the right questions and reacted correctly. It hasn’t happened in the past 25 years, which is endlessly frustrating.

The poem that touches your soul...Wilfred Owen was the greatest of war poets and Dulce Et Decorum Est is his greatest. It nails the lie that it’s great and glorious to die for your country.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m in some way a brutal, aggressive Rottweiler of an interviewer. I’m not. I’m sweet, gentle, kind and understanding!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...A life is influenced by millions of events and they all in some way shape your character.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...Well, obviously I wouldn’t tell you because I wouldn’t get away with it, would I?

The song that means most to you...A beautiful Welsh song called Myfanwy. It has a powerful resonance and reminds me of my younger days. But it must be sung by a male-voice choir.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Nothing compares to the birth of a child. I wasn’t allowed in the theatre when my first two children arrived by Caesarean section, but I was there for Owen’s birth. It was a wonderful moment.

The saddest time that shook your world...My brother Rob died three years ago from lung cancer when he was only 56. I miss him intensely, but I can’t say it shook my world. Death is inevitable.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...After that brilliant interview I have yet to conduct, the politician puts his hands up and says, ‘It’s a fair cop. You’ve got me bang to rights. I’ll go quietly.’

The philosophy that underpins your life...There’s still time to get it right.

The order of service at your funeral...There will be no funeral. Just bury me in a cardboard box near my home in Wales. If my children want readings or music, that’s entirely up to them.

The way you want to be remembered...Privately. The BBC likes having memorial services when old hands shuffle off this mortal coil, but I recoil with horror at the thought of that. No thanks.

The Plug...I’d like to thank Daily Mail readers for helping me launch The Kitchen Table Charities Trust in 2006. It continues to support thousands of the poorest people in sub-Saharan Africa.

www.kitchentablecharities.org

 

 

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Presenter Julia Bradbury:

The prized possession you value above all others...My new silver V8 Range Rover Sport Supercharged. I’m a complete petrolhead and I adore it.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Writing off an old boyfriend’s Ferrari Testarossa in Monte Carlo 15 years ago. I was driving fast out of the tunnel and clipped the kerb, which sent the car into a spin. We ricocheted off the wall and ended up on the other side of the road. Luckily, we walked away uninjured, but my boyfriend wasn’t exactly happy, and our relationship went downhill after that!

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d head off with loved ones and family to my family’s home in the Rutland countryside. We’d have a bracing walk, followed by a slap-up lunch prepared by my mum.

We’d then leave Zeph [her seven month old baby son] to fly off to Ibiza where we’d dance in the sand at the Jockey Club on Salinas beach. We’d fly back to London for dinner at Scalini, the best Italian restaurant outside Italy, then go to the cinema.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Chocolate milk.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran is about patience, forgiveness and how to be a good person – which I’m not sure I’ve fully mastered yet!

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d stalk the Royal Family to see how they really interact on a casual family day.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Financial meanness, like not getting your round at the pub, because it says a lot about your appetite for life.

The film you can watch time and time again...I never get tired of Jaws. Duh duh duh duh.

The person who has influenced you most...My mother. She was a designer and entrepreneur in the fashion business for 40 years and is very driven. She taught me you can achieve anything if you have the courage to go for it. She’s also the most loving, nurturing and generous person imaginable.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Boudicca. I love strong women.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...To embrace all adventures and experiences. You can’t have experiences if you’re frightened, so be brave. And always be kind and generous.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I love deep house music.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...The purple corduroy trousers I had from when I was about five until I was ten. I wouldn’t wear anything else, even though I’d outgrown them. Eventually, my mum threw them away and told me I’d lost them. I was devastated and in tears for days, and kept telling her it was impossible I’d lost them. She confessed years later.

The unending quest that drives you on...Ruthless ambition. Ha ha. 

The poem that touches your soul...Prothalamion by the 16th-century poet Edmund Spenser. I like it for many reasons but mainly because it mentions my son’s name and encapsulates the essence of what he is to us. Zephyrus was the Greek god of the west wind, the softest wind that brought spring. Zeph is the fresh air in our lives.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I spend my life in walking boots and a cagoule. If people see me on TV in a skirt or dress they tell me, ‘You shouldn’t wear things like that, they don’t suit you.’ Do people think I go out for the night in wellies?!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Having Zeph. He came late in life [Julia was 41 when he was born last August] and being a mother is a thrill and an amazing adventure.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d do 130mph down my favourite country road in Leicestershire. It has dips and curves that deserve to be driven wildly.

The song that means most to you...Here Comes The Sun. It’s my favourite Beatles song but I love Nina Simone’s version. It reminds me of my late 20s when I was with friends, partying, travelling and embarking on exciting careers.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The two moments last spring when I knew my parents’ urgent operations for cancer had been successful.  

The saddest time that shook your world...Finding out my parents had cancer. I was in shock and very upset.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d love to become the first female presenter of Top Gear.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Always smile, no matter how outrageous your demands!

The order of service at your funeral...I  fancy having my ashes scattered under a tree somewhere hot so my spirit becomes part of the tree’s fruit. I’d want Pete Heller’s dance classic Big Love played, then everyone would have to drink a freezing shot of Aquavit. It’s so delicious I defy anyone not to feel happy after it!

The way you want to be remembered...Big nose, wonky teeth, good sense of humour.

The Plug...The Great British Countryside is on Thursdays on BBC1 at 8pm; Julia returns to BBC1’s Countryfile on 11 March at 7pm. Visit www.juliabradbury.com

 

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England cricketer Freddie Flintoff:

 

The prized possession you value above all others...My Lancashire Under 11s cap I got when I was nine for a few good batting and bowling performances. It’s light blue with a gold rose bud on the front and I was so chuffed and surprised when I got it that I wore it everywhere for weeks afterwards.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Whatever you do shapes who you are, so you shouldn’t have regrets. I have made mistakes, but nothing that keeps me awake at night. Only by experiencing the bad stuff can you appreciate the good things.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I wouldn’t need to do anything grand. Wake up at home in Preston, then take my wife, Rachael, and the kids [Holly, eight, Corey, five, and Rocky, three] to Blackpool pleasure beach. That’s where I went as a kid and my lot love it there. We’d go on the rides, play on the beach, then have lunch at a chippy called The Cottage. Maybe in the afternoon, I could take Rachael to see the giraffes at Okavango Delta in Botswana. In the evening, I’d have a few pints at the Friargate Social Club in Preston with the wife and my closest mates, then go for a curry.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Curries. I normally have a mixed grill with a very spicy sauce and naan bread. It’s all very fattening, but tastes so good.    

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...On Green Dolphin Street by Sebastian Faulks. The England team physio convinced me to read it when we were touring New Zealand once. I wasn’t enjoying it, but he insisted I stick with it. He kept saying that it gets better, but it were (sic) dreadful right ’til the end. That’s three days of my life I’ll never get back.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d watch my kids in the classroom to see how they behave in a different environment.

The pet-hate that makes your hackles rise...General rudeness, especially on the road when people don’t wave Thank You when you let them out, or stop to let them cross.

The film you can watch time and time again...I have watched Star Wars about 50 times. It got to the point when my older brother Chris and I would watch it and pre-empt the dialogue all the way through.

The person who has influenced you most...My dad, Colin. He worked really hard at British Aerospace to provide for the family and sacrificed a big chunk of his life to help me with my cricket. We didn’t have much money, but he made sure I had all the kit and took me all over the country to play from when I was really young.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Elvis. My first job was behind the record counter at Woolworths when I was 16, which was when the Elvis Essential Collection came out. I really got into the music. He was pretty cool, but I ‘d like to know what he was really like, hang out with him and be his mate.  

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Everyone is good at something and once you find it, what you can achieve is limitless. I doubt they’ll be making bumper stickers out of that bit of wisdom, but it’s what I believe. I let my kids have a go at everything.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Chess. I started playing when I was eight and won the Preston Championship when I was 10. I was a bit of a maverick and didn’t plan many moves ahead. I just moved where I fancied and it threw people off their game. It was a bit like my cricket – very random!

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...All the Star Wars figures and space ships my brother and I collected. We had the lot and some of them were very rare, but our mum got rid of them when I was about 15. I was gutted when I discovered they were gone.

The unending quest that drives you on...Being a good father is what matters most. All I want is for my kids to grow up to be happy and respectful people.  

The poem that touches your soul...Err, to be honest, me and poetry don’t really happen. I just don’t get it, but each to their own.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People expect me to be a larger than life party boy, full of confidence and aggression. Much of that was my persona for cricket because that’s what I had to become to be a sportsman. The bigger side of me is quite shy and I’m someone who is comfortable sat at home being quiet.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Meeting Rachel in 2002 in a hospitality box at Edgbaston cricket ground during a Test match.  At the time, I was very lackadaisical and drifting in my career. I was nothing special, but Rachel has real drive and she helped me focus, which had a profound effect on my life.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I got away with nicking lots of the pick ‘n’ mix at Woolworths, but these days I’d be happy speeding without getting a ticket.

The song that means most to you...Rocket Man by Elton John, which became the anthem in the England dressing room during the Ashes winning series in 2005. I started playing it one day and it just took hold. It reminds me of great times. I phoned up Elton and asked him if he would play at my testimonial dinner in Battersea Park in 2006 and I was amazed when he said Yes. He actually got me up on stage to sing Rocket Man with him!

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The highlight of my career was being captain in 2006 when England won its first Test match in Mumbai for 21 years. On the day we won, I flew home to see my three-week-old son, Corey, for the first time.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my good mate Ben Hollioake in a car accident in Australia in 2002 when he was only 24. He had everything – annoyingly handsome, cool, a very talented cricketer. I was playing in a Test match in New Zealand when I was told and was out third ball because my eyes were full of tears.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I wish I had played my last few years at Lancashire and given something back to the county, but my knees gave way and I had to retire at 31.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Life’s a game. It’s how you play it that matters. I enjoy playing it to the full.

The order of service at your funeral...It’s a morbid thought because I hope to live to a ripe old age, but when it happens, I’d want a wake somewhere half decent in Preston with an open mic for people to say what they like about me – good or bad. Let’s get some Elvis on – Suspicious Minds, The Wonder of You and Burning Love. I used to want to have my ashes scattered at Old Trafford but us players always hate diving into that stuff, so I won’t put the lads through it!

The way you want to be remembered...As a good dad and husband and a decent bloke.

The Plug...The Flintoff’ by Jacamo SS12 collection comes in a range of sizes to fit everyone, and is available now at www.jacamo.co.uk.

 

  

 

 

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Actress Felicity Kendal:

The prized possession you value above all others...A Theo Fennell fountain pen a boyfriend gave me 25 years ago – I won’t say which one! I don’t take it out of the house in case I lose it. But I don’t love it for sentimental reasons – the gold nib just writes so beautifully.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not pushing my sister, Jennifer, who died in 1984 aged 49, into seeking the best treatment for her bowel cancer. She lived in Bombay and the healthcare there back then was not great. I wish I’d convinced her to come to Britain, or go to America, but I was young and not forceful enough.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...

Newspapers, coffee and breakfast in the Maldives. Waking up there is magical. I’d rehearse a new play all morning, then go to my Hampshire house for a big barbecue with the extended family, cooked by my sons [Charley, 39, and Jake, 24] and nephew [Karan, 50]. Later, I’d have a Pilates class, then take my cocker spaniel George for a walk. Finally, I’d have a romantic dinner with my boyfriend Michael Rudman [the US theatre director she divorced in 1990 and reunited with in 1998] at La Famiglia, near our home in Chelsea. I’ve eaten there for 30 years and love it.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Wine, men and shopping. I love them all, but if you get too much of a good thing it can be a disaster!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Love In The Time Of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez. It’s a novel about star-crossed fate and, while the story is sad, it has humour.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d go to MI5 HQ in London. Like actors, spies assume an identity but theirs is for life.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...The ingratitude shown by some young people to the incredible education they are given in this country. The film you can watch time and time again... Casablanca is a gem – its classic lines give me goose bumps.

The person who has influenced you most...My father Geoffrey, who managed a touring repertory company in India where we lived until I was 20. I acted in his productions throughout my childhood, which was the most phenomenal education. He was a maverick with a huge personality.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...I don’t drink ale, but I would to meet Shakespeare. Nothing matches his work.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Be brave and travel the world. Seeing different cultures will give you a greater perspective on life.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...The teachings of Native Americans are based on the rules of nature and can teach you so much.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My mother Laura’s gold bangles. They mysteriously vanished from her body after she died of a broken heart, following my sister’s death.

The unending quest that drives you on...To write a novel. I got halfway through one eight years ago.

The poem that touches your soul...To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell. It’s beautiful, passionate and sexy. The message is not to waste your life.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m nice and easy-going. The Good Life portrayed me as sweetness and light, but I can be short-tempered and difficult. People are taken aback if they see that dark side. Sorry to destroy the illusion!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The divorce from my first husband [Drewe Henley, in 1976, after seven years] created my darker side. Until then, I’d been naive.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d incarcerate child abusers in an awful place. The song that means most to you... Sunny by Stevie Wonder. It tells you sadness can become something else.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Working at the National Theatre in 1979 with director Peter Hall on four plays, beginning with Amadeus. I’d achieved my dream.

The saddest time that shook your world...My sister Jennifer was the absolute star of our family and held us together. Seeing her suffer and her three children lose their mother was awful.

The unfulfilled ambition that haunts you...To speak Italian. I’ve been learning for ten years, but I can still only understand it. My laziness is to blame.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Family. Friends. Loyalty. And be generous.

The order of service at your funeral...I converted to Judaism for my second marriage, which means the service is rigid, but I wish everyone could have a glass of champagne or a vodka martini before the funeral! I’d want a party atmosphere with jokes, jazz and Somewhere Over The Rainbow by the late Hawaiian singer Israel Kamakawiwo’ole. I’d like to be buried in my garden in the country, but I think it’s against the law. Maybe that’s a crime I could commit!

The way you want to be remembered...For a long time and for being great fun!

The Plug...Felicity’s documentary on William Shakespeare’s plays in India will be shown on the BBC in April.  

 

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Actor Simon Callow:

The prized possession you value above all others...A gold ring that belonged to the great Irish actor Micheál Mac Liammóir. I was his dresser in Northern Ireland in 1968. He left it to his partner, who left it to an actor, who gave it to me. It connects me to a theatrical past.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I cut off relations with my grandmother Vera for six years when I was 18. She was the most powerful influence in my life, but it was overwhelming so I had to stand back. I now deeply regret those missing years.

The way you’d spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d have breakfast in Zambia’s Luangwa Valley as crocodiles eat their breakfast in the river; coffee and madeleines on Venice’s Lido island; lunch in Stockholm; tea at London’s Maison Bertaux; dinner on the island of Mykonos; vodka and caviar in St Petersburg; and bed at the Gazelle d’Or hotel in Morocco.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Oh, I can resist anything. Although bread is a weakness.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Plato’s Symposium. It introduced me to my hero, Socrates, who taught me how to think.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I would terrorise stupid and cruel dog owners.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise... The use of the verb ‘pop’ as a substitute for any other word. A nurse once said to me, ‘Pop your clothes off. I’m just going to pop a little injection into your arm then I’ll pop off to get the doctor.’ I’ve become an anti-pop commissar and correct people all the time. I become quite deranged – but I’m right.

The film you can watch time and time again...The French film Les Enfants Du Paradis – the most poetic representation of the destructive power of love.

The person who has influenced you most...Christopher Fettes, my drama teacher. His vision and ideas made me the man, and the actor, I am today.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Charles Dickens. Being in his company would be a tonic and a joy. The conversation would surge with electric energy.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Whenever you’ve a free moment, run, jump, swim, kick a ball, dress up, climb a tree, learn a song.

Avoid anything operated by electricity.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I am fascinated by rubbish bins – their size, shape, efficiency, colour, and their maintenance.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My grandmother’s gold lorgnette [a pair of spectacles mounted on a handle]. As a child I used to play with it endlessly, pretending to be various marquises and marchionesses. I have absolutely no idea what became of it.

The unending quest that drives you on...To give a really good performance, to write a perfect sentence, to direct a superb production. None has been achieved so far.

The poem that touches your soul...Shakespeare’s sonnet No. 49, about the anguish of love. The last couplet – ‘To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws, Since why to love I can allege no cause’ – is the most devastating in the English language. I’ve been there.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I am Simon Cowell. Or that he is me.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...My father leaving my mother when I was 18 months old. It shattered her and made her harder. She tried to be my mother and father, which was oppressive for a child.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would steal Bronzino’s Portrait Of A Young Man from New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art and feast on its enigmatic beauty in solitude.

The song that means the most to you...Offrande, by the Venezuelan-born com poser Reynaldo Hahn. He catches the tenderness of the gift of love with astonishing vulnerability.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Getting my first commission as a writer in 1984 for my memoir Being An Actor. I was in Santa Fe, in the US, and I went up in a balloon and shouted the news to the surprised birds.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death in 1991 of my friend Peggy Ramsay, a legendary theatrical agent, left a gap in my world that will never be filled again.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’ve never acted professionally in plays by Chekhov, Ibsen, Congreve, Feydeau or Stoppard.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Make the negative positive.

The order of service at your funeral...I would want some Shakespeare sonnets – maybe Nos. 29 and 60 – and Mahler’s Der Abschied from Das Lied Von Der Erde. Then Cole Porter’s In The Still Of The Night, Mozart’s Vorrei Spiegarvi and the last movement of Elgar’s Cello Concerto.

The way you want to be remembered...A rough beast who constantly struggled to do something dainty.

The Plug...My book, Charles Dickens And The Great Theatre Of The World, is published by HarperPress, priced £16.99. Visit www.simoncallow.com

 

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Dynasty star Stephanie Beacham:

 

The prized possession you value above all others...My freedom. I’m from the first generation of women who’ve been free to choose. The buck stops with me.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Saying ‘That’s a daft idea’ in 1986 when I was invited to invest in a little coffee shop business. It went on to become Starbucks! If I’d gone for it I’d be super-rich now. I’m furious with myself.
The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d spend all day with my boyfriend Bernie [Greenwood, a doctor]. We’d start with a dawn walk in the Himalayas, then breakfast in Katmandu. I’d have a yoga lesson in Goa, southern India, then a swim in the Maldives. After lunch at the Plaza Athénée Hotel in Paris, we’d look at the impressionist paintings in the Musée d’Orsay before heading to Broadway in New York for the hottest show in town. Dinner would be at the city’s Upstairs At 21, and I’d end the day walking on the beach with my dogs by my home in Malibu.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Saying ‘Yes’, when I should say ‘No’. All too often I overload myself and leave people short-changed.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Autobiography Of A Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda. It’s
about his journey to meet holy people and has a spiritually magical quality.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d go to No.10 and listen to the rationale behind the rubbish our leaders tell us.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...People eating while they’re talking to me on the telephone. Finish eating, then call me! The only chomping sound I can bear is when my dogs eat.

The film you can watch time and time again...All About Eve with Bette Davis. It has so many great lines.

The person who has influenced you most...My mother, Joan. She taught me so much, particularly the importance of  posture and  manners.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The great US economist J.K. Galbraith, who could explain to me what’s going on with the world’s banks.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Write thank-you letters. Children are given so much these days, yet politeness seems to be forgotten.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’m obsessed with miniature things. I have two fully furnished doll’s houses and now have thousands of objects for them.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My grandmother’s beautiful 19th-century jade ring, which was stolen at a New York hotel in 1997. I’ve had entire jewellery collections wiped out in two burglaries, but that ring was particularly special.

The unending quest that drives you on...The truth. Just give me the truth and I’ll be able to deal with it.

The poem that touches your soul...The hymn God Be In My Head from 1558 has been with me all through my life. It’s beautiful and the words are so true.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m snooty. I’m not, I’m just deaf! I’ve been deaf in my right ear since birth and only have 80 per cent hearing in my left. People sometimes call out to me and I walk by because I haven’t heard  them, not because I’m ignoring them.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Being cast in Dynasty in 1985 took me to America and changed everything. It also brought Joan Collins into my life. I’ve always admired her hugely.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d put David Cameron in the stocks for a day, so people could tell him what they think. I’m so angry that our politicians don’t listen. Don’t make us rise up like the Arab countries so we can be heard.

The song that means most to you...Forever by English folk duo Turin Brakes. It’s so romantic and I think of it as mine and Bernie’s song.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Working with Ava Gardner in 1970 on The Ballad Of Tam Lin, my first major movie. She was fabulous.

The saddest time that shook your world...Two friends committing suicide shook me greatly. I find the tragedies so hard to reconcile and wish I’d paid more attention in both instances.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d like to make a great movie that people remember.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Good, better, best… Never let it rest until the good is better and the
better best.

The order of service at your funeral...I want my daughters, Phoebe and Chloe, to scatter my ashes in ten of my favourite destinations around the world so they can experience each place. I’ve already bought a burial plot in Dunster, Somerset, next to Mummy and Daddy, so I’d like my headstone and a pinch of ash there.

The way you want to be remembered...As a good mother, a fun friend and a talented actress.

The Plug...Stephanie Beacham and Joan Collins are reunited in Snickers’ new ad campaign, ‘You’re not you when you’re hungry’. www.snickers.com

 

 

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Published: 21 January 2012

War hero Simon Weston:

The prized possession you value above all others...I value old photographs, particularly one of me at home in Wales with my family and Carlos Cachon – the Argentinian pilot who blew me up [Carlos fired the missile at the troop carrier Simon was on during the Falklands War in 1982]. Since we first met in 1991, he’s become a very good friend. I have huge respect for him and bear him no malice.  

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Embarrassing my mum, Pauline, when I was 14 by getting caught in a stolen car.

I feel ashamed at the distress I caused her. I got a £30 fine and three months’ probation for being a passenger. As a result, I joined the Army to get some direction in my life.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d see the Boston Red Sox baseball team win the World Series at their home ground, Fenway Park, then Wales win the Rugby World Cup in New Zealand. I’d go to Wembley to watch Manchester United beat Manchester City in the Champions League final, then end the day in Las Vegas watching the Welsh boxer Nathan Cleverly win a world title fight. I’d love my wife Lucy and our children [James, 20, Stuart, 18, and Caitlin, 14] to join me for the whole trip – but I’m not sure they’d want to!

The temptation you wish you could resist...Always wanting the last word!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...I love Bernard Cornwell’s Sharpe novels about the Napoleonic wars. They’re so rich in detail.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d go to Iran to see what that lunatic Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is really up to.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...When our politicians re-announce old policies as if we’re too stupid to notice there’s nothing new.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Lord Of The Rings trilogy. I love the underlying message that if you have enough courage, even the smallest person can make a difference.

The person who has influenced you most...The TV director Malcolm Brinkworth, who made the Simon’s War documentary about my recovery after the Falklands. It brought my story to the world and changed my life. He has made five other programmes about me since then and is like a brother.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Adolf Hitler’s father, Alois. He crushed his son’s dreams of being an artist, and look what happened! I’d tell him you should always nurture children’s dreams.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Keep your excitement for everything new all through your life.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity... I collect little pewter soldiers designed by Charles Stadden. My first one was given to me after I was blown up and I now have 18.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...The wallet I was carrying when the missile hit. Inside was a photo of my niece, a gold St Christopher from my mum and some poker dice, plus £200 I’d won at poker!

The unending quest that drives you on...To be successful at everything I do.

The poem that touches your soul...Tommy by Rudyard Kipling. It sums up the frustration and despair a soldier can feel when he’s not appreciated.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I do everything for charity! I have a family, so there’s a limit to what I can do for free.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The moment my ship was hit. I survived while some of my dearest friends died. In many ways, it was the best thing that happened to me – look at the life I’ve led since then.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would plunder every penny from the bankers who got our country into such a mess and see how they cope with poverty.

The song that means most to you...The Home Fire by Louis Armstrong, about a man’s joy to be heading home. I love travelling but there’s nothing better than being home with my family.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Getting my OBE from the Queen in 1992. It made me and, more importantly, my mother proud.

The saddest time that shook your world...During the same week in 1994 my grandfather Percy and my father Lofty died. I worshipped both of them.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To have played high-level rugby. One club was prepared to buy me out of the Army to play for them before I was wounded, but I’ll never know how good I could have been.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Never let anyone write you off – and never write yourself off.

The order of service at your funeral...I’m not interested in a fanfare. I’ll leave some money behind the bar at the Nelson Rugby Club in mid-Glamorgan. If anyone turns up, maybe they can play some Thin Lizzy songs.

The way you want to be remembered...He did his best for everyone.

The Plug... Simon’s third children’s book, Nelson At Sea, is published by Pont Books, priced £8.99. For details of his motivational speaking visit www.simonweston.com.

 

 

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Chef Marco-Pierre White:

The prized possession you value above all others...A lock of hair from my ten-year-old daughter Mirabelle. It was cut when she was three.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I have no regrets because my mistakes have given me the knowledge that has made me the man I am today. Regrets are anchors that drag you back.  

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...The only place I’d want to be is in the British countryside. I would go fishing or deerstalking, then home to spend time with my children [Marco also has Luciano, 18, and Marco Jnr, 16]. I’m a private person and hardly ever go to big parties, so I’d be happy staying in and having a long hot bath.

The temptation you wish you could resist...I blinker out the normal temptations because they take me away from work. I’m totally obsessed with starting new ventures – like pubs or restaurants – so you could say that’s my temptation. But I’m happy not to resist.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Ma Gastronomie by Fernand Point. He is the father of modern French cuisine. One of his mantras always stays with me: ‘Perfection is lots of little things done well.’

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d watch the staff in all of my businesses and give them a real fright if they did something I didn’t like.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Lack of attention to detail. Detail is vital and is the difference between success and failure, but sadly not everyone has the same eye as me.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Big Blue starring Jean- Marc Barr is a beautiful film about free diving in the sea. I love the metaphorical thread about life and death.

The person who has influenced you most...My mother, Maria-Rosa. She died from a brain haemorrhage in 1968 when I was six. She’d already instilled in me the importance of being honourable. Losing her was the fuel that drove me to succeed and gave me the need to be accepted. I think every boy should build a monument to his mother.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...I’d like to sit at a bar with Dean Martin, but we’d need more than a pint! He was the coolest guy who ever lived.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Never trust a lazy person. Anyone who is lazy at work or lazy about life will let you down.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Nature. It’s like a surrogate mother to me and it teaches you everything you need to know.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My restaurant in Mayfair called Mirabelle, which I sold in 2009. It was close to my heart.

The unending quest that drives you on...To find peace.

The poem that touches your soul...If by Rudyard Kipling. I love the way he asserts that it’s every man’s duty to stand up and be a man.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People think of me as a maverick, a real hotheaded enfant terrible. But I’m actually highly concentrated, disciplined, softmannered and incredibly patient. But why would I want to change the perception? It hasn’t done me any harm.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The death of my mother. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...My conscience would not be able to live with it. I was brought up to respect people

The song that means most to you...I Wan’na Be Like You, by the orangutan King Louie in The Jungle Book, makes me smile like nothing else.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...I turned 50 on 11 December, and went to see my daughter dance as the Sugar Plum Fairy in The Nutcracker at the Bloomsbury Theatre. Tears of joy streamed down my face.

The saddest time that shook your world...The moment my mother collapsed and died at our council house in Leeds. I watched as she was carried on a stretcher to an ambulance with a red blanket over her. The doors closed and that was the last time I saw her.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I have fulfilled so many ambitions during my career with my restaurants and Michelin stars. I could never commit myself emotionally again to reach the same heights, but I am content with that. As the ancient military commander Hannibal said before his last battle, ‘Let us dress for war, when all I want is peace.’

The philosophy that underpins your life...A tree without roots is just a piece of wood.

The order of service at your funeral...I am too busy living my life for today and being a free spirit to think about such things. I believe once you’re gone, that’s it. I’ll let my children decide how they want to say their farewell.

The way you want to be remembered...As a kind and loving person who gave more than he took.

The Plug...Marco’s pub, The Hansom Cab in Kensington, recently won two rosettes from the AA Pub Guide. For bookings, call 020 7938 3700 or visit www.thehansomcab.com.

 

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Interior designer Nicky Haslam:

The prized possession you value above all others...A fan letter I received from interior designer Nancy Lancaster – an idol for every decorator – complimenting me on my work. It’s framed and I still flush with pride when I see it.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not being with the love of my life. I won’t name him here, but we were together for 12 years, then he broke it off. That was 20 years ago and I haven’t found another true love since.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d spend all day with the adorable Russian model Natalia Vodianova. We’d have breakfast sailing down the Bosphorus in Istanbul, then head to the mountains of Transylvania for a picnic – we’d travel by hay cart and wear gypsy clothes. Later we’d attend a party in Rome thrown by the fashion designer Valentino, then fly by private jet to my home in Hampshire for Old Fashioned cocktails by the open fire.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Reading late into the night. I promise myself I’ll only read for a few minutes, then suddenly it’s 2am.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Sybille Bedford is the greatest writer I’ve ever read. Her first novel, A Legacy, is so redolent of the past and has such beautiful language.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d follow a collection of friends and strangers to see what they get up to at night.

The pet hate that makes your hackles rise...Mary Portas. Ugh! She’s just awful. That smile, the terrible hair and that commanding voice and arch attitude. She’s holier than thou and so pleased with herself, yet talks utter rubbish, and in clichés. I only have to hear her voice and my teeth go on edge.

The film you can watch time and time again...Ziegfeld Follies with Fred Astaire and Judy Garland from 1946. I only watch films for the costumes and sets, and this one’s extraordinary. I’ve watched it at least 300 times.

The person who has influenced you most...Lady Diana Cooper, the actress and society beauty, whom I met when I was 16. She taught me how to make life enchanting, rather than a drudge.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Wallis Simpson, the Duchess of Windsor. I met her about eight times in New York in the late 1960s. I’d like to know what really happened between her and the Duke.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...People are wrong to say life’s too short. I’d tell a child life’s as long as you want to make it. And you do that by making it interesting.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Lassoing cattle. I was a cowboy in Arizona for five years from 1966 and I’m pretty good at it.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...The American actress Tallulah Bankhead gave me an original celluloid of the Wicked Fairy from Sleeping Beauty of 1959. I lent it to The Observer Film Exhibition later and it was never returned. I hear it is worth up to £4 million now, so if anyone knows where it is, do let me know.

The unending quest that drives you on...Curiosity. I’m forever interested in new things, so I never get bored.

The poem that touches your soul...I love an untitled poem by the 17th-century English writer Thomas Traherne. It feels as if he’s writing about my life, which is why it’s the epigram to my autobiography, Redeeming Features.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I keep changing my image.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Getting a job on Vogue magazine in New York in 1962. It was an amazing time and I met everyone – even Martin Luther King.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would steal the late artist Lucian Freud’s private collection of paintings at his house in London’s Notting Hill. I used to go there frequently and it’s a seamless panorama of beauty.

The song that means most to you...Street Of Dreams by Lee Wiley, an American chanteuse of the 40s and 50s. It always gives me goosebumps.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...A magical night I spent on the island of Elba in 1990 with the lost love I mentioned earlier.

The saddest time that shook your world...Getting polio when I was seven. I was in a cast for three years and feared I’d never walk again, but I recovered. The good news was I didn’t have to do national service.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To create a scent, but it costs at least £7 million.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Diana Cooper instilled in me to always say yes to an invitation.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d want the Eton College choir to sing Abide With Me, which always makes me cry. Hopefully, Tom Stoppard would do the address and then I’d love everyone to do a waltz.

The way you want to be remembered...Just to be remembered would be a coup.

The Plug...Find out about Nicky’s design work and his new range of fabrics at www.nh-design.co.uk

 

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Hynoptist Paul McKenna:

The event that altered the course of your life and character...

Reading the book Trance-Formations by John Grinder and Richard Bandler in 1993. Back then, I was a radio DJ, but that book taught me about hypnosis and totally altered my destiny.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...

You might get away with it in the eyes of the law, but you still have to live with yourself, so have you really got away with it?

The song that means most to you...

Donny Hathaway’s version of Leon Russell’s Song For You. It’s about a man taking stock of his life and realising love and friends are what are most important. I’ve had a similar realisation in recent years. Success is great, but people are the key to a happy life.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...

A Zen master friend of mine called Genpo Merzel has developed a fast-track meditation technique called ‘Big Mind’. I do this every day and experience extraordinary bliss.

The saddest time that shook your world...

My father died suddenly last March, which was very sad and tough for me. He was good, honest, dignified, generous and charismatic, and made everyone around him feel good.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...

To star as James Bond.

The philosophy that underpins your life...

How much pleasure is it possible for a human being to stand?

The order of service at your funeral...

I want to be cremated and laid to rest next to my dad. To lift the mood I’d have the Benny Hill theme tune Yakety Sax playing as the coffin goes into the cremation chamber. Then I’d lay on champagne and have friends telling stories about me.

The way you want to be remembered...

In the Sultan of Brunei’s will!

Paul’s new book I Can Make You Smarter is out on Thursday (Bantam Press, £10.99). Visit www.paulmckenna.com. 

 

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Choirmaster Gareth Malone:

The prized possession you value above all others...A pair of cufflinks given to me when I was granted the Freedom of the City of London last year in recognition of my music educational work in the capital.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I wish I’d sung in a cathedral choir when I was a young boy. I had a chance to be in my local church choir but was too busy with Scouts, sport and learning the piano.  

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d have breakfast with my wife Becky and our baby, Esther, at LA’s Beverly Hills Hotel. We’d organise childcare for Esther and have a walk in the Scottish Grampians, followed by lunch in Saint-Emilion in south-west France with a fine bottle of wine. I’d sleep it off on a beach in Sicily, then look at Holbein’s paintings in the National Portrait Gallery. Afterwards I’d put Esther to bed, listen to Mahler’s 2nd Symphony at London’s Barbican Centre and finish with a pub dinner with friends.

The temptation you wish you could resist...I love strong, fetid cheeses, the type that whimper in the corner of a room. A favourite is Brie de Meaux.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Shakespeare’s play Henry V is a great story of leadership. I love the St Crispin’s Day speech and even have the film with Kenneth Branagh as Henry on my iPhone. If I’m having a bad day, I watch a bit to inspire me.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d sit in the Cabinet room to watch how our politicians decide important matters.

The pet hate that always gets your back up...I can’t stand rudeness. Unfortunately, I can’t help being rude back!

The film you can watch time and time again...Return Of The Jedi. It sparked my Stars Wars obsession. I’ve seen the first three films at least 30 times – each. I love the heroic story of good triumphing over evil.

The person who has influenced you most...Richard McNicol, my mentor when I was with the London Symphony Orchestra. He told me, ‘If you expect children to do something and give them the chance, they will rise to it and never let you down.’

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The 16th-century German priest Martin Luther. He was a revolutionary who wrote hymns and incorporated music into religion for the people.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Always strive to be your best self rather than being negative.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I did clay pigeon shooting this year and loved it so much that I’m going to take it up.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I’ve lost about 30 watches. I only buy cheap ones now as I know I won’t own them for long.

The unending quest that drives you on...To attain perfection in music, but I know it’s not achievable. It’s the elusive nature of perfection that drives me on to the next performance.

The poem that touches your soul...The hymn Eternal Father, Strong To Save. We used to sing it at school on Remembrance Day. It’s about asking God for help in times of great trouble.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m a bit of a girly nerd. I’m a bit more rounded than that – I think!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...I did some terrible jobs in the summer holidays after my GCSEs. One was selling ice creams on Bournemouth beach. My boss made me pick up cigarette ends in the sand, and I knew then that I wanted more out of life, so I threw myself into everything at school. I ended up getting two As and a B in my A-levels.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d rig a cashpoint to dispense endless cash.

The song that means most to you...Yesterday by The Beatles, but this could be replaced by my new single, Wherever You Are by the Military Wives’ Choir. It’s a powerful anthem and the source of so much personal pride.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The day I got a scholarship to the Royal Academy of Music.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my grandmother Patricia was incredibly upsetting. She was an inspiring, witty, incisive character and I wanted to be like her.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To sing professionally at La Scala in Milan.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Music is life.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d be brought in to the sombre Thou Knowest Lord The Secrets Of Our Hearts by Purcell and end on a jolly note with Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham! I’d also like a wake with great red wine and a singsong.

The way you want to be remembered...I’d like people to listen to some music and say, ‘Gareth introduced me to this…’ That would be a great epitaph.

The Plug...Wherever You Are by the Military Wives’ Choir is released on 19 December. It’s already available to pre-order. Help it beat X Factor to be the Christmas Number One.

 

 

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Comedienne Ronni Ancona:

The prized possession you value above all others...A ballet shoe worn by Anna Pavlova. It was given to my great-grandmother three years after Anna died in 1931, by Anna’s husband Victor Dandré. My mum gave it to me and I will hand it on to my daughters.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I hardly know where to start! But I wish I could play an instrument well, especially piano or guitar.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d have breakfast with my husband Gerard, looking at Mount Etna from Taormina in southern Italy. Then we’d go to the Marquesas Islands in the South Pacific with our children – Lily, six, and Elsa, three. I’d watch the wildlife at the Ngorongoro Crater in Tanzania, then have dinner in Manhattan. I’d do a sketch on Saturday Night Live, then zip home to London.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Champagne. Any brand will do – I’m too chavvy to care.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert. It is beautifully written and the characters reach across time.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d hitch a ride on a rocket to the Moon.

The life of another with whom you would gladly trade places...Aretha Franklin. To be able to sing with that degree of power is the ultimate skill.

The film you can watch time and time again...All About Eve is magnificent. The screenplay is sharp and witty and the performances are exemplary, especially Bette Davis, who’s on top form.

The person who has influenced you most...Dustin Hoffman, who’s been my hero since I was about eight. I was an oddball as a kid, and when I saw him in Little Big Man I related to him, as he was so vulnerable and off-beat.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Eleanor of Aquitaine, who was queen consort of both France and England in the 12th century. She had an extraordinary life, so I’d love a good natter with her.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...It’s what’s inside that counts. My daughters are bombarded with images of gorgeous women on TV, so I want them to know that kindness shines out, regardless of how people look.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Elephants fascinate me; they look as if they belong to another world. I’ve been collecting little figures of elephants since I was a child and I have about 70 now.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My peace of mind. Having kids makes you worry more, but makes you less self-centred.

The unending quest that drives you on...To be the best I can be. I’m quite tough on myself and always fear I don’t come up to the mark.

The poem that touches your soul...The Stolen Child by WB Yeats has a deep personal resonance. My baby son Seth was stillborn in 2006 and I read the poem at his funeral. When you suffer a loss of that magnitude you like to think they are a little angel somewhere. The essence of the poem is that fairies exist and they protect children from the ills of the world.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m just an impressionist. I’m an actress and comedienne who also does silly voices!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Winning the Time Out Hackney Empire New Act of the Year award in 1993 allowed me to go into comedy professionally.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I am appalled at the money footballers and bankers earn, so I’d find a way to give their wealth to people who need it.

The song that means most to you...Born Free. I named Elsa after the lion cub from the film. It’s a wonderful ode to doing your own thing in life. I want that for both my girls.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...My wedding day at the Oliver Messel suite at the Dorchester hotel in Mayfair. I never thought I’d get married so it was all a nice shock.

The saddest time that shook your world...Losing my little baby boy broke my heart.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To deliver a great comedic performance, full of pathos, in a film that would make people laugh and cry. It’s a pipe dream because Hollywood has no end of kooky, young, beautiful actresses.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Success through chaos.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d lay on some champagne and have a bit of a circus – sad and funny. I suppose it would be a good time for Alistair McGowan to do his terrible impression of me. He does this hideously squawking Scottish accent with his arm flapping up and down.

The way you want to be remembered...As a woman who wasn’t all there – but wanted to be!

The Plug...I’m supporting the Kleenex Balsam Coldline, by offering soothing words of sympathy in the voices of some of Britain’s biggest celebrities. To listen, call free on: 0808 265 3358.

 

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Legendary Des O’Connor:

The prized possession you value above all others...My collection of books and photographs autographed with kind messages to me by all the stars I’ve met, from Bob Hope and George Burns to Celine Dion. It’s irreplaceable.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...You do a lot of damage if you live in the past, so I believe in living for the future. It’s better to view mistakes and missed opportunities as lessons learnt, rather than regrets.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I love Australia, so I’d take a boat trip around Sydney Harbour with my wife Jodie and our son Adam, who’s seven. We’d then spend all day in the sun on Bondi beach, with a light snack for lunch and a cool lager. In the evening, Jodie and I would head to Las Vegas to watch a great show. I gave up gambling 20 years ago so I won’t even have a bet. We’d have dinner at a fine restaurant in London, then enjoy the magic of the London night from Waterloo Bridge.

The temptation you wish you could resist...I think Oscar Wilde got it right when he said, ‘I can resist everything except temptation.’ I have to look after myself – I’m 80 next year – so I’m quite disciplined about what I eat and drink, but I don’t believe in entirely denying myself the pleasures of life.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...I read Treasure Island when I was ten and it fired my appetite for adventure and reading.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d hire a Boris Bike and cycle up and down Oxford Street at Christmas. That would get a few looks and laughs.

The life of another with whom you would gladly trade places...I’m a sport nut, so I’d love to be a top sports presenter who covers all the major events around the world.

The film you can watch time and time again...I’ve seen Jacques Tati’s 1953 classic Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday about ten times, and always find something new to laugh at. It’s full of wonderful comic observations.

The person who has influenced you most...My father Harry. He made me realise the power of humour, particularly in difficult times. He died about 20 years ago but is still with me in spirit, and I chat to him occasionally.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a
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I would like to talk to Winston Churchill about everything!

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Be loving. Be helpful. Share laughter and respect others’ feelings.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’m far too busy with family and work to have one. What use would
I be to my young son if I was collecting stamps or digging the garden?

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...Material things don’t matter to me. A friend once questioned that belief, and I proved it by dropping my new, limited-edition gold zodiac medallion down a drain!

The unending quest that drives you on...Remaining enthusiastic about the challenges and opportunities life offers is more than enough to drive me on.

The poem that touches your soul...I’ve always struggled to engage with what poetry is trying to convey. I’m more interested in writing my own comic poems than reading what someone else is feeling as they walk through the daffodils.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I can’t sing! Morecambe and Wise’s jokes convinced people I couldn’t. It was all good fun, but people still believe it.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...My home in the East End received a direct hit during the Blitz when I was eight, and my mum Maude, sister Pat and I were buried under the rubble for four hours. We were rescued and my dad raced home from work on a bicycle and cuddled us. My mum said, ‘We’ve lost everything’ and he said, ‘No we haven’t. Everything that matters is here.’ That sentiment’s stayed with me all my life.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I couldn’t be bothered with crime at my time of life; my conscience wouldn’t enjoy it.

The song that means most to you...Begin The Beguine by Cole Porter has the most romantic lyrics ever.

The saddest time that shook your world...The loss of my father and mother. I still miss being able to share
the highs of my life with them.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’ve never made a movie, so, if there are any casting directors out there reading this…

The philosophy that underpins your life... I treat everyone with kindness and respect, and I always feel good if I’ve brightened someone’s day.

The order of service at your funeral...I don’t want tears and sadness. Let’s just have Dick-A-Dum-Dum [Des’s hit from 1969] played non-stop, then smile and only think of the good times.

The way you want to be remembered...If people just remember that I was around, that’ll be enough.

The Plug...Des stars in the hit musical Dreamboats And Petticoats at London’s Playhouse Theatre. Tel: 0844 871 7631 or visit www.kenwright.com.

 

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Published: 26 November 2011

Chef Jean-Christophe Novelli:

The prized possession you value above all others...The gold St Christopher my father Jean gave me when I was nine for my first communion. I never take it off.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Smoking. I started when I was 16 and was smoking 40 Gitanes a day when I gave up in 2001. I feel ashamed by it. I only gave up when I asked my daughter Christina what she wanted for Christmas and she said, ‘For you to stop smoking.’ I stopped the next day.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...My professional life is a bombardment of noise and stress, so I’d drive to the mountains of Austria with my fiancée Michelle and our three-year-old son Jean-Frank.

We’d have a packed lunch of sandwiches and ride bikes and walk. I’d also go to Cumbria to swim in the lakes. That water makes you feel alive.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Strong black coffee with no sugar. I have six to eight cups a day and I’m told it’s bad for me, but any day that starts without coffee is ruined!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...On Food And Cooking: The Science And Lore Of The Kitchen, by Harold McGee, has the core knowledge anyone needs to enjoy cooking.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...To have been in the changing room at Old Trafford after Man Utd were beaten 6-1 by Man City in October to see how Alex Ferguson really coped with that defeat!

The life of another with whom you would gladly trade places...Dutch footballer Johan Cruyff. I was a good striker when I was younger and I dreamed of being him.

The film you can watch time and time again...I’ve hardly seen any films as I’ve always worked so hard. But the TV series Columbo helps me switch off.

The person who has influenced you most...My mother Monique. She’s 76 now, but had polio when she was four and has been disabled all her life. She’s never complained or shown any weakness, and she’s also an amazing cook, who inspired my love for food.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a
pint...
Georges-Jacques Danton, who was one of the architects of the French Revolution. What an achievement! I’d ask him how he made it happen.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Learn how to give love and also how to embrace it.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Numbers. My father punished me by making me learn multiplication as a boy, but I ended up loving maths. To this day I’m brilliant at it.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My speed. Until I was 25 I was extremely fast and could have run in the 100m for France. I’m 50 now and age has slowed me down – but I’m still pretty quick.

The unending quest that drives you on...To please. I’m driven to make people happy with my cooking and teaching, but I’m very sensitive, which can be hard because you get hurt.

The poem that touches your soul...A few years ago Raymond Blanc gave me The Little Prince – a precious gift because Raymond is a hero of mine. I can appreciate the poetry of that story.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m a flirt and a womaniser. It’s crazy nonsense and it annoys me because I’m actually a loyal and honest person.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Leaving France for England at 22. I had a one-way ticket, spoke no English and my parents were worried – but they knew I had to do it to make something of myself.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...Intercept the Olympic torch and run with it for a few miles. It would be a great honour.

The song that means most to you...My daughter Christina is a singer and is about to release her first single, Concrete Angel. I was incredibly moved when I first heard it and I keep watching her video on YouTube.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Meeting Michelle six years ago was a coup de foudre – love at first sight. I met her at Luton airport, of all places, on the way to Dublin.

The saddest time that shook your world...My best friend died from a heart attack in 2008, aged 41. I’ve never cried so much. It broke my heart he never lived to see my son Jean-Frank.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To play the piano.

The philosophy that underpins your life...The only way to succeed is to push yourself to extreme limits. And you must aim to express – not impress.

The order of service at your funeral...I’ll always be a Frenchman but I want to be buried in England. I’d like a respectful, happy service – that’s not an excuse for people to get drunk!

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who was tender, tasty and value for money, who reached his best before his sell-by date!

The Plug...Jean-Christophe will be at Taste Of Christmas in partnership with AEG at London’s ExCeL from 2-4 December.  Visit www.tasteofchristmas. com. Details of his cookery school are at www.jeanchristophenovelli.com.  

 

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Olympic ice-skater Jayne Torvill:

The prized possession you value above all others...The Olympic gold medal I won (with Christopher Dean) in 1984 at Sarajevo. It’s a square shape instead of the normal round one and it’s attached to a bright orange ribbon.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I don’t have any because I sincerely believe that things happen for a reason.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I love escaping to Australia, so I’d spend the morning on the beach at Noosa on Queensland’s Sunshine Coast with my husband, Phil, and our children Kieran, who is nine, and Jessica, five.

We’d have lunch at Bilson’s in Sydney, then I’d head off – alone! – to Dubai for some serious shopping. I’d have a Sundowner cocktail with a dear friend who lives in the South of France, then end the day in Hertfordshire at the Grove Hotel’s spa.

The temptation you wish you could resist...I love Jimmy Choo and Louboutin shoes and I have 50 pairs. Thankfully, I get lots free from my stylist working on Dancing On Ice.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt. I’m not an avid reader, but I couldn’t put it down. It managed to both move me and make me laugh.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I support Liverpool FC so I’d pop into the changing rooms after a match to see what happens, so to speak!

The life of another with whom you would gladly trade places...My daughter Jessica because it would be wonderful to have no cares in the world again, or any sense of time.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Sound Of Music. I watched it seven times at the cinema when it came out in 1965 when I was eight. I still love it.

The person who has influenced you most...Our skating coach Betty Callaway. She worked with Chris and I for about eight years and was like a surrogate mum. She guided us through everything and made us wise. She died this year and we were so sad.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...I’d have a dance with Fred Astaire and a chat over a bottle of fine wine. What a phenomenal talent!

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Forget your worries and enjoy every moment of childhood.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’m fascinated by boxing. I’m intrigued by the technique and have started sparring with my trainer in the gym.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I lost one of a pair of gold earrings shaped as iceskates while I was asleep on a coach. They were my lucky earrings – I even wore them at the Olympics. I had it replaced, but it never felt the same.

The unending quest that drives you on...My love for life keeps me going.

The poem that touches your soul...William Wordsworth’s I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud always touches me. I like its sense of freedom and heartfelt appreciation of nature.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m married to Christopher Dean! There’s a whole world out there convinced we are husband and wife. Nothing I say seems to change that perception.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Winning the Olympics in 1984 when I was 26 changed everything.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d get away with speeding. I’ve been caught by cameras a few times recently and have six points on my licence so I’m doing a speed awareness course.

The song that means most to you...Imagine by John Lennon. When Chris and I did a routine to it on TV we got a letter from Yoko Ono saying she loved our interpretation. That felt special.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Winning my first skating medal – a silver – when I was ten. Standing on the podium was amazing. I still have that medal.

The saddest time that shook your world...When Chris’s father, Colin, died suddenly from a heart attack in 1984, just after our triumph at the Olympics. It was such a shock, and awful to see Chris so upset.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d like to be good at tennis but, no matter how often I play, I don’t seem to get any better.

The philosophy that underpins your life... Get something positive out of every day – especially the bad ones.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d have a church service and be brought in to Ravel’s Boléro. They’d also sing All Things Bright And Beautiful and I’d be taken out to Imagine. Chris could tell a few funny stories about me and I’d like a big party.

The way you want to be remembered...As a nice person, a good mother and friend. I’d also love people to remember me for my skating.

The Plug...Jayne appears in the DVD of Dancing On Ice – The Live Tour, £19.99. For more information, visit www.torvillanddean.com  

 

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Opera singer Russell Watson:

The prized possession you value above all others...My house in Cheshire, which I bought four years ago. I do business from there and it’s the epicentre of family life with my daughters, Rebecca, 17, and Hannah, ten. It’s my sanctuary.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not realising school was for learning. I saw it as a social event and left with one GCSE in English.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d have a full English breakfast in bed with my girlfriend Louise [Russell is divorced from wife Helen], then burn it off playing tennis on Centre Court at Wimbledon against Andy Murray. I’d take family and friends to Pangkor Laut in Malaysia, an island owned by a friend.

I’d have a steak at The Cut in Sydney, then back to Wembley to see Manchester United beat Barcelona 5-0 in the Champions League final. I’d end the day in bed with Louise watching a film with a bottle of vintage Krug.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Chips! I’d have chips with most things, but have to watch my weight.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Gingerbread Man because it takes me back to my childhood and my kids love it. I still always feel sad and hope he won’t get eaten.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d scare a few unscrupulous characters in the music industry. They know who they are!

The life of another with whom you’d trade places...There isn’t anybody. Even when I think of my illnesses [he survived two brain tumour operations in 2006 and 2007] I wouldn’t change anything. I think I’m still here for a purpose – to sing and make people smile.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Lion King. I’m much more emotional since my health problems and the last time I watched it, I sobbed so much my kids had to give me a hug!

The person who has influenced you most...My mother Nola taught me that honesty, loyalty and integrity are the things that really matter in life.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...John Lennon. I’d want to know how he wrote so many hits.

The piece of wisdom you’d pass on to a child...School is not a playground! A good education helps you make the right decisions, so I’ve been tough on my girls about it. Rebecca got 11 GCSEs and Hannah always has her head in a book.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I like reading analytical books like Freakonomics and Malcolm Gladwell’s Blink. That’s probably not what people expect me to read!

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I was mad on the football board game Super Striker when I was seven. I had tournaments with my pals and wrote programmes and match reports. I kept them in a box but they vanished and I was devastated.

The unending quest that drives you on...To keep improving at everything. I have an incredibly competitive nature, sometimes to my detriment.

The poem that touches your soul...Poetry hasn’t really entered my life, but lyrics are very important. Bernie Taupin’s words to Elton John’s Your Song are beautiful. That’s a real soul-toucher.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m still ill! I’ve been in remission four years.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The second tumour. A year after the first one I was back in hospital. Surviving it changed me fundamentally. My appreciation for family, friends and life quadrupled.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal Manchester United from Malcolm Glazer and give it to the fans.

The song that means most to you...Nessun Dorma. It means so much to me and I know I can never get off stage until I have sung that song.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Leaving hospital after the second tumour. I wanted to be out for Rebecca’s 13th birthday. My nurse said it was impossible, but I proved her wrong. I cried on the steps speaking to reporters. It was a Rocky Balboa moment!

The saddest time that shook your world...When a dear friend of mine called Bill Vickerman died of cancer three years ago. He was only 59 and we had some amazing laughs together.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To break America. Now is a good time because I’m reaching the peak age for a tenor – and Americans love a comeback story.

The philosophy that underpins your life...The more you put in, the more you get out.

The order of service at your funeral...I believe in God, so I’d want a church service and to be brought in to Nessun Dorma. I don’t want people to be too jolly, so I’d have Intermezzo from Cavalleria Rusticana by Pietro Mascagni to get the tears going. Then Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead from The Wizard Of Oz as my coffin slid behind a curtain. That would make people smile and think, ‘Yeah, that’s our Russ.’

The way you want to be remembered...As a nice bloke with a great voice.

The Plug...Return Of The Voice: Live At The Royal Albert Hall is out on Lace DVD.

Visit www.russellwatson.com.

 

 

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Published: 5 November 2011

Film star Britt Ekland:

The prized possession you value above all others...My house by the sea near Stockholm, which used to belong to my grandparents. I have many memories of being there as a child.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Getting divorced. Twice! I met Peter Sellers when I was 21 and we got married ten days later. He was not right mentally, but I hung in there for four years before I left. My second marriage, to Jim Phantom of the Stray Cats, was much happier but still ended in divorce after eight years. No matter how good a parent you are, divorce is devastating for children [Britt had a girl, Victoria, with Sellers, and a boy, Thomas Jefferson, with Phantom].

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d fly to London with my chihuahua, Tequila, in the cabin with me. You’re not normally allowed to do that. I’d breakfast at the Dorchester Hotel, then fly to the Italian island of Ischia and have lunch at the beautiful harbour. I was there with Sellers but he had horrific moods and wouldn’t let me leave the hotel room. After that I’d visit my best friend, Doris, in Sydney. I’d like to sunbathe but at 69 I’m too old to wear a bikini in front of the paparazzi in St Tropez, so I’d go to Mauritius in the afternoon. I’d end the day with a party with my family in LA before sleeping back at the Dorchester.

The temptation you wish you could resist...I am unbelievably disciplined, so there isn’t anything.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Void Moon by Michael Connelly. I love the cleverness of his thrillers and the descriptions of LA.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I would teach UK parents how to stop their children throwing litter. London is a beautiful city, but its streets are disgusting.

The life of another with whom you would gladly trade places...I saw Goldie Hawn looking unbelievable recently. If I could be as beautifully ‘refreshed’ as that, then I’d be her!

The film you can watch time and time again...Amadeus. It has beautiful music, great costumes, but also shows the ugliness of Mozart’s descent.

The person who has influenced you most...Peter Sellers. He taught me a lot about making movies, but marrying him had a long-lasting effect on my life. The negatives far outweighed the positives.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Josephine Baker. She was the first black American female singer to become a world star, yet she also found time to adopt many children.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Think of your pension and start saving. Like my father, I have been a spendthrift, and I regret that.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I spend hours mowing the lawn in absolutely straight lines on my tractor. If it’s not right, I do it again. 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I bought a pair of 24-carat gold chains when filming in Hong Kong in 1974. I lost one of the chains at a party five years later.

The unending quest that drives you on...I am determined to remain physically and mentally fit so I can be a fun and inspiring mother to my children.

The poem that touches your soul...Come! See What I’ve Found by my friend Ronnie Dorsey. It is a wonderful invitation to life.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...The stories about me having affairs in the 70s and 80s were complete lies. Those men were just cashing in; most of them were gay!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...My divorce from Sellers. I was 25 and stranded with my daughter Victoria without a penny. But everything changed for the better because it made me strong and forced me to get on with my life.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’m a typically honest Swede, so would be too tortured if I committed a crime.
The song that means most to you...
I could say You’re In My Heart by Rod Stewart because he wrote it about me when we were together in the 70s. But at the same time he was unfaithful, and I left him. So I’ll choose Neil Young’s beautifully haunting Harvest Moon.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Starring in the Grumpy Old Women Live tour in 2007. It was very challenging to do theatre so late in life, but joyful and fulfilling.

The saddest time that shook your world...My mother, Mae-Britt, dying of Alzheimer’s in 1994, aged 78.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To get my one-woman show back on the road.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Get on with it.

The order of service at your funeral...No funeral, no service. I’m a very practical person and don’t think it matters.

The way you want to be remembered...She did it all by herself. People think I’ve always been supported by men, but it’s not true.

The Plug...Britt appears on Living The Life on Sky Arts 1, 11 December, 8pm; visit www.sky.com/arts. She stars in Sleeping Beauty at the Theatre Royal, Windsor, from 7 December.  

 

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Lyricist Sir Tim Rice:

The prized possession you value above all others...An original Dictionary Of The English Language by Dr Samuel Johnson from 1755. I bought it at auction 12 years ago for about £25,000.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I wouldn’t know where to begin. Whatever I did yesterday!  

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d like to spend the entire time on the Trans-Siberian Railway – the scenery is supposed to be breathtaking. And you can do so much on a rail journey – read, chat – yet all the while you are being taken on an extraordinary trip. I would take my 12-year-old daughter, Zoe, for company.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Bacon sandwiches, preferably in a baguette with lots of butter, but no sauce. They are appallingly unhealthy, but I actually have no intention of resisting them. I am all in favour of not denying oneself such pleasures.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Bible. I am not particularly religious but it is such an unendingly fascinating book. Whenever I dip into it, whether for work or simply out of curiosity, it always tells me something new. How many books can do that every time?

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I would go to the House of Lords or Commons and interrupt debates about climate change. I’m not saying climate change isn’t happening, but the sceptics aren’t being heard, while the Government spends billions on wind turbines that are useless and ruin the countryside.

The life of another with whom you would gladly trade places...Roger Bannister. I’d love to have been the first man to run a mile in under four minutes.

The film you can watch time and time again...Paths Of Glory by Stanley Kubrick. I saw it when it came out in 1957, and Kirk Douglas is superb. It is about the futility of war and I always find it extremely moving.

The person who has influenced you most...My father, Hugh, who died in 1988 when he was 70. He was highly literate, generous, modest and funny.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...It would have to be Eva Peron. Having studied her in great detail when I wrote Evita with Andrew Lloyd Webber in 1976, I would be intrigued to see how accurate my views were. And, of course, I’d ask her what she thought of the show!

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...I would impress upon them that all problems are solvable and countless other people have been through exactly the same things.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Prime numbers and statistics. I even read books about mathematics, which is a bit silly, really.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A letter written by Kenneth Williams in 1988. At the time I was stuck in New York working on the show Chess, which was a shambles. The brighter moments came while reading one of Williams’s books, so I decided to write him a fan letter. He wrote back the most wonderful letter. Three weeks later he died, and in my carelessness the letter got thrown away.

The unending quest that drives you on...Staying alive – life itself is a quest.

The poem that touches your soul...Ozymandias by Shelley. It is a reminder that however great you are in life, everyone fades to nothing in the end.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Meeting Andrew Lloyd Webber in 1965. I had gone to pitch a book to a publisher, who then suggested I meet this young composer and gave me Andrew’s address in South Kensington. When we finally met, we clicked… and look what happened.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would shoot some evil tyrant. There are enough of them in the world.

The song that means most to you...18 Yellow Roses by Bobby Darin. It is about a father and his daughter, and I am a bit of a sucker for that sort of thing.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The day three years ago when I completed walking the length and breadth of England. Myself and two friends did it as a personal challenge in various stages over 12 years and finally finished at Land’s End. It was a wonderful experience.

The saddest time that shook your world...Any death is sad, and obviously one’s parents dying was difficult, but I wouldn’t like to say one was harder than the other.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I have always fancied swimming the English Channel but I am not sure I could do it now.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Always try to get on with people.

The order of service at your funeral...I wouldn’t want it to be a gloomy service, but I’m also not keen on turning every funeral into a wild party. All I ask is that a song by The Everly Brothers features somewhere.

The plug...The Lion King, for which Sir Tim wrote the lyrics to Elton John’s music, is available in 3D on Disney Bluray and DVD from 7 November.

 

 

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Impressionist Jon Culshaw:

The prized possession that you value above all others...A beautiful gold Victorian fob watch, which my father gave me on my 21st birthday. It was given to him on his 21st, so it was a very special thing to give me.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I am not big on regrets and pride myself on being an optimist. However, I rue the day I parked one of my classic cars on my lawn to take a photo. The tyres sunk into the turf and totally wrecked the grass!

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I have been mad on astronomy since I was a boy, so I would zoom around the solar system. I’d love to see an eclipse of Earth from the moon and the sunset from the Gusev crater on Mars. Closer to home, I’d have dinner at The Cliff in Barbados, where you can watch turtles come up the beach. Then I’d head to Antarctica to see the midnight sun.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Takeaway chips with gravy on the way back from the pub is never a good decision for my waistline.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Observer’s Book Of Astronomy, which I got when I was eight. I used to watch Patrick Moore on The Sky At Night and he was the first impression I tried to do.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I would stand next to a stage psychic and freak them out by whispering stuff to them when they tried to contact the dead.

The life of another with whom you would gladly trade places...Whoever is going out with Penélope Cruz!

The film you can watch time and time again...Gladiator. I love the sweep of heroism and how the villain gets his comeuppance. Russell Crowe and Joaquin Phoenix are brilliant.

The person who has influenced you most... A tutor called Eric Seal at my college near Wigan when I was 17. Until him, every teacher had scoffed at me when I said I wanted to be an entertainer. But Mr Seal said, ‘If you want to do that and believe you can, then you will make it happen.’ It was a watershed moment and he made me believe that it wasn’t such a silly dream.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Henry VIII. I’d say, ‘Now look, you. Calm down and stop beheading everyone who disagrees with you!’

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Never think something is impossible. Having belief is the first step to making ambitions come true.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I have a passion for 1970s classic cars and have four Mark III Cortinas, four Mark I Granadas and a Granada Coupe. They were once everywhere, but are now quite rare.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A photo of me when I was ten singing That’s All Right Mama in a school competition. I gave it to a producer on Sky TV’s Star Search talent show in 1991 and he lost it.

The unending quest that drives you on...To stay at the top of my game.

The poem that touches your soul...It’s one I wrote after my mum died last year of cancer. Her name was Theresa and she was 84. It is a short rhyme that says how much I preferred the world with her in it, but that I am staying positive and doing my best to get on.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That because I do impressions I must have some deep-rooted sadness and a need to hide. I simply do them for a laugh. That may be boring, but it’s the truth.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...I was working as a DJ on Radio Viking in Hull in 1990 and did snippets of impressions between records. One day a receptionist said, ‘You should do impressions as a job.’ Within a year, that was my job.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal those ‘status’ dogs, like pit bull terriers and mastiffs, that young lads swagger round with, and give them to people who know how to care for them.

The song that means most to you...Saturday Sun by Nick Drake. It gives me a nice sense of contentment.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Coming off stage after my first performance at the Royal Variety show in 2001. I had done pretty well and I got a huge sense of euphoria.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my mother. She was the kindest person you could meet.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...Straight acting; the role I’d love would be Doctor Who.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Do not waste energy worrying. Stressing about something that might not even happen in the future robs you of your strength for today.

The order of service at your funeral...I would insist on something really daft – like the coffin being carried out to the music of Roobarb And Custard!

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who made people smile, but also as an understanding friend who always gave reassurance.

The plug...The Impressions Show With Culshaw And Stephenson begins next Wednesday on BBC1 at 8.30pm.  

 

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Upstairs, Downstairs star Jean Marsh:

The prized possession you value above all others...My father Harry’s book of Samuel Taylor Coleridge poetry. When he died in 1991, the book was on his bedside table.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I mourn the loss of a proper education. I left school at 12 for a theatre school where the focus was on dance. I had to educate myself.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I would breakfast at Le Bonaparte Café in Paris, where even at my age – I’m 77 – I get appreciative looks from men, which is a wonderful way to start the day. I’d then go skiing in Switzerland, before a picnic lunch in the Chiltern Hills. Back to Paris for clothes shopping then I’d go to a concert by the National Children’s Orchestra at The Sage in Gateshead. Finally, I’d head to New York for the night.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Wine. I don’t drink much, so I make sure it is expensive premier cru from Bordeaux or Burgundy.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Good Soldier by Ford Madox Hueffer. It has a peculiar mix of humour and tragedy. I discover something new each time I read it. 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I am always moved by people who are struggling in life, so I would secretly help to make their life a bit easier.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...I can still go on buses although I often hear people saying, ‘No, it can’t be her, she doesn’t need the bus.’ As for the fortune, well, I am comfortable and I will always work.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Magnificent Ambersons, directed by Orson Welles in 1942. It predicts how inventions bring great advantage but can also be catastrophic. It is a remarkably affecting film.

The person who has influenced you most...My father. He was a workingclass printer’s assistant and had a hard life. He was brilliant and self-taught. I had huge respect for him. He made me appreciate the arts.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The 19th-century French politician and philosopher Pierre-Joseph Proudhon. I’d discuss his comment ‘property is theft’ over a glass of red wine and a tarte au pomme!

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Never get set in your ways. The world’s full of possibilities.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Maths. I am fascinated by prime factors. They are poetic.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A beautiful and expensive French coffee cup. It had two handles and I used it every day until it was lost in a house move.

The unending quest that drives you on...

Finding an ordered system for books and files. I have chaotic piles of stuff.

The poem that touches your soul...No Time Ago by E.E. Cummings. The late John Mortimer introduced me to it. It gives me empathy for anyone who is lonely. I live alone, but I am happy.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People think I have confidence but I am actually very shy. The only thing I have great confidence in is my cooking.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...I co-created Upstairs Downstairs with Eileen Atkins and ITV commissioned the series. It was incredibly exciting!

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I simply couldn’t commit a crime. I feel guilty even when I haven’t done anything!

The song that means most to you...Where’er You Walk, from Handel’s opera Semele. It reminds me of my mother Emma singing at home.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...I went on a short break with an ex-beau to Switzerland for my 50th. We were on a beautiful walk and I thought, I am so happy. At that moment, my friend called out, ‘I am so happy.’ It made everything special.

The saddest time that shook your world...My father’s death. He died from a brain tumour and it took me several years to get over the loss. I was distressed that his life had been so unsatisfactory. He wanted to achieve so much more, but for whatever reason he never fully realised his potential and that caused a lot of anger in him.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I wish I’d worked for the Royal Shakespeare Company or the National Theatre. I am too old now, but maybe I could be an extra.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Don’t be afraid to change your mind. When I change mine, I think, ‘I was wrong, but now I am right!’

The order of service at your funeral...I’d like a traditional Catholic mass in a country church with Mozart’s Requiem. I’ve put aside money for a wonderful party with great champagne.

The way you want to be remembered...I would be happy if people thought, ‘Jean is dead. Oh, I will miss her!’

The plug...My novel Fiennders Abbey is out now and The House Of Eliott is released in December. Both are published by Pan Macmillan at £7.99.  

 

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Presenter Ulrika Jonsson:

The prized possession you value above all others...Our six-month-old bulldog, Royal Empire My Fair Lady – or Dot for short. She was a surprise from my husband, Brian, and is like my fifth child.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not fighting hard enough to have my late father, Bo, at my first wedding in 1990 [to cameraman John Turnbull]. My mother insisted that if I invited him, she wouldn’t turn up.

She put me in an awful position, but I should have stood my ground. He died five years later and, to this day, I am still furious with my weakness.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...Me, Brian and the children would take a dip in the cold sea off the Swedish coast, before picnicking on herrings and bread, with schnapps for the grownups. We’d end the day back in England eating a big roast dinner in front of a roaring fire, before curling up with popcorn, hot chocolate and a movie.

The temptation you wish you could resist...A Swedish chocolate milk drink called O’boy. The taste brings back happy childhood memories.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...A Child Is Born by Lennart Nilsson. He took ground-breaking pictures of conception, pregnancy and birth. I was about ten when I first read it and the miracle of life took my breath away. I knew then that my only ambition in life was to become a mother.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d pop into a coffee shop and listen to strangers chatting about their joys and woes.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...It has brought me some amazing opportunities, such as being taught to ice skate by Torvill and Dean. However, it has made me a bit of a recluse. People have such strong preconceptions about me that it is exhausting trying to break those down. The result is, I tend to go out only with very close friends.

The film you can watch time and time again...Paper Moon, starring Ryan O’Neal and his nine-year-old daughter, Tatum. It is about the complexities of a father-daughter relationship. I watched it with my father when I was a kid and it always reminds me of us.

The person who has influenced you most...My late father. He died suddenly from a brain haemorrhage in 1995, aged 53. He wasn’t without his faults, but he was such a kind and loving man. I always felt that everything would be OK when I was with him. I loved his wicked sense of humour and he taught me to laugh at myself. And, boy, have I needed that skill! The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint... Picasso – I’d ask him about his art, his beliefs and, of course, his love of women.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Always acknowledge your mistakes and say sorry. You will be surprised how far that will get you.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I have been fascinated by gardening since I was nine, when I grew peppers in a pot on our windowsill. I’m happiest when tending my vegetables or flowers. And I have a secret crush on Monty Don. Oooh, the things he can do with those rugged hands!

The unending quest that drives you on...Trying to find the perfect balance in life. I am always juggling work, running the house and giving my children copious amounts of love and attention.

The poem that touches your soul...The Going by Thomas Hardy – it describes how he found out how much he loved his wife only after her death.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I am a man-eater! I haven’t had that many boyfriends – it’s just that some of my relationships have been high-profile.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Moving to England at the age of 12, which gave me so many wonderful opportunities.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would steal from the rich and give to the poor.

The song that means most to you...Romeo And Juliet by Dire Straits always makes me cry. The tragedy of love can be overwhelming.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Aside from the births of my children, marrying my third husband, Brian Monet. It was incredibly emotional and felt completely right, which was something I hadn’t felt before.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my father. The moment my sister called and screamed the news down the phone never leaves me. I miss him impossible amounts and think about him all the time. To this day, part of me can never accept it.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d love to go into acting.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Be true to yourself.

The order of service at your funeral...Let there be no ‘order’, let there be chaos! I want a celebration of my life with food, drink and fantastic loud music.

The way you want to be remembered...Pure and simple: as a great mother.

The Plug...My fantastic debut novel, The Importance Of Being Myrtle, is published by Penguin, £6.99. For all sorts of reasons, it is a huge personal achievement.

 

 

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Director & Monty Python Terry Gilliam:

The prized possession that you value above all others...Our house in north London, which my wife Maggie and I bought 26 years ago. It was built in 1694 and I feel like the temporary custodian. I can’t
imagine living anywhere else.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I like the idea of launching myself off Mont Blanc on a hang-glider and floating over Europe all day.

The temptation you wish you could resist...The computer. I spend up to seven hours a day on it. Even when I stop working, the screen saver plays a random slide show of my photos and I sit there reliving my life in slow motion.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Catch-22 by Joseph Heller. I read it on a subway train in New York in 1961 and laughed so hard I fell off my seat. I loved its weird fatalism.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...It’d be pretty interesting to hang out with Colonel Gaddafi and see what he’s up to.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...Life is easy because I have no debts so can afford my three children and pursue work I want to do. The downside is you get isolated and find it hard to understand everyone else’s frustrations.

The film you can watch time and time again...Walt Disney’s Pinocchio blew me away when I was eight. It has the most exquisitely detailed drawings. I saw it again 15 years ago and was amazed how it had held up.

The person who has influenced you most...Cartoonist Harvey Kurtzman. I was his assistant in the 60s and he taught
me about satire and the craftsmanship of cartooning. Because of him I was able to free my mind and create crazy cartoons – like the big foot – that later became such emblems of Monty Python. Harvey was a godfather of Python.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint... Pythagoras. I’d like to ask him if he really did invent everything he is
credited with, or if, like many of us suspect, he got it all from Egypt.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...When it comes to a job, have the courage to do what makes you happy.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Etymology. I’m intrigued by the origin of words and how they interconnect history. It’s a challenging subject for someone like me, who has a pitifully limited vocabulary.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A full-length sheepskin coat I bought in Turkey and hand-painted in 1964. I was wearing it when I first met Eric Idle and Terry Jones of Monty Python in the late 1960s. They were blown away by the coat and it kickstarted the friendship. They thought I was pretty cool because of that coat. I’ve no idea how I lost it.

The unending quest that drives you on...To find the energy and inspiration each day to be surprised in life.

The poem that touches your soul...I love the intensity of The Tyger by William Blake. It is so dark and reminds me that nature is waiting to devour us.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...Hollywood studios think I’m out of control, but I’m not. I’m very controlled. I like being an outsider and a rebel, but the image makes it harder for me to get money for my films. The Baron Munchausen movie went completely over budget, but I can’t take credit for that!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...When I left the US to hitchhike around Europe aged 24 – the world opened up. There was no going home after that and I came to live in England as soon as I could.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d blow up the London Stock Exchange because the financial systems that drive the world are obscene.

The song that means most to you...Maggie May by Rod Stewart from 1971. Around this time, I met my wife who was doing make-up on Python and I associate it with her. Liking that song is also one of the few things we agree on!

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...I’m sorry but I have to be indefinite on this one. I am convinced everything good will suddenly disappear. I’m just grateful for little happy moments in each day and cannot classify any one time as the happiest.

The saddest time that shook your world...That’s easy: when Heath Ledger died while filming The Imaginarium Of Doctor Parnassus in 2008. He was a close friend and a wonderful person.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To film The Man Who Killed Don Quixote. I started 22 years ago but it keeps eluding me. Sheer pig-headedness drives me on.

The order of service at your funeral...I’m not sentimental and being dead means I’ll be the lucky guy. It’s over, finito. It’s the living who’ll be having a rough time, so I want music, dancing and laughter. And no Bibles in sight.

The way you want to be remembered...That I left the place a bit more interesting than before I arrived and that my
cartooning got other people looking at this outrageous world with new eyes.

The plug...Terry has his portrait painted in Fame In The Frame, Tuesday, 8.30pm,
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Actor Marc Warren:

The prized possession that you value above all others...My Tempur mattress. I bought it about eight years ago and have been sleeping pretty soundly ever since. It moulds to your body and they claim NASA helped with the design. Apparently, if you live until 75, you’ll have spent 25 years in bed, so it makes sense to have a decent mattress.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I don’t regret things because I learn from mistakes. If needs be, I always make amends.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I don’t like planning because it robs me of freedom, so I’d like a 24 hours that was full of surprises. I love Mallorca, so maybe I would go there with close friends, but travel is not essential.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Buying gadgets from the Apple Store. I love the design and quality of Mac machines and always get thelatest kit. The new iPad is brilliant.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. I first read it when I was 17 and sitting in the back of an old Daimler with my girlfriend as her parents drove. It was snowing heavily and the story was as magical as the landscape. I love the depiction of the world through a child’s eyes.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d love to work with Sir Anthony Hopkins, but if that doesn’t happen, I’d sneak on to a film set and watch him at work. He is a compelling actor.

The life of another with whom you would gladly trade placesThe German spiritual teacher Eckhart Tolle. He wrote the book The Power Of Now and I would like to taste the immediacy of life that he experiences.

The film you can watch time and time again...Badlands from 1973, which I watched on video aged 12. Martin Sheen’s performance as a young man on a killing spree left me speechless. And it still does whenever I see it.

The person who has influenced you most...My school drama teacher Rhys Harrison. He was very honest with me about acting. He said: ‘You’ve got to have talent, luck and a thick skin.’ He
was right, and his advice stayed with me – especially the ‘thick skin’ bit!

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Buddha. I’d ask him for some tips on the shortcuts to Enlightenment.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...If you don’t fall off, you’ll never learn how to get back on.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Snooker. When I was 17, I spent two years as the compere for the World Snooker Doubles tournament circuit, which was screened on television. I introduced all the greats, such as Alex Higgins and Steve Davis. I love watching the game and playing it, although I’m not very good.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...When I was about seven, I had an air-pressure bazooka gun that fired plastic balls. I can’t remember how I lost it, but I was devastated. It was the best bazooka a boy could ever wish for.

The unending quest that drives you on...Enlightenment. When I finally give up looking, I will find it.

The poem that touches your soul...The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. It is about individualism. I took the other road and that has made all the difference in my life.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...Acting opens up a world of misapprehension. I sometimes get odd looks in shops or the bank. Maybe, because of Hustle, people expect me to be a conman!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...I stopped drinking alcohol in 2004. Everything changed – for the better.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...Impersonating someone who looked like they knew what they were talking about.

The song that means most to you...The White Horses by Jackie Lee, the theme tune to the TV series of the
same name, which I loved in the early Seventies. It reminds me of happy
times growing up in Northampton.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The day I heard I had got into drama school when I was 19. I danced around my living room to Rebel Rebel by David Bowie.

The saddest time that shook your world...A grandparent died when I was five. Aside from the upset, I had the sudden, irreversible insight that one day I wouldn’t be around any more, either.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...It would be nice to have a film career.

The philosophy underpinning your life...This is it.

The order of service at your funeral...In my more dramatic moments, I always fancied Joni Mitchell singing
Woodstock. I might be able to top that with Suzanne by Leonard Cohen.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who treated people decently and was never one to judge

The plug...Marc is starring in Cool Hand Luke at the Aldwych Theatre, London. Visit www.coolhandluke. co.uk for details.

 

 

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Film director Michael Winner:

"The race in life is not for the fleet of foot, it is for the plodder"

 

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s bon viveur and film director Michael Winner…

 

The prized possession you value above all others...My collection of children’s book illustrations, including original drawings of Winnie-the-Pooh by Ernest Shephard. It is worth about £2 million, but the money is unimportant. The pictures give me great pleasure.

 

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I didn’t give my parents enough attention because I was obsessed with being a jack-the-lad film director. I feel utterly ashamed.  

 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I hate airports, so I would need a private jet to fly my fiancée Geraldine [whom Michael is due to marry on Monday] and me to two countries I have never visited – India and China. A helicopter would whizz us to the Taj Mahal, the Great Wall and the Forbidden City, and I would lap up the different cultures.

 

The temptation you wish you could resist...I wish my brain said ‘No’ when confronted with a chocolate éclair, rather than ‘As many as possible’.

 

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Walter The Farting Dog. It is about a dog that paralyses some burglars with his farts. I am very childish – it is my only quality!

 

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d go to Downing St reet to observe the so-called great and good who lead us. We are told they are better than us, but I am certain they are all dumb.

 

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...I have been famous for 50 years, so it is hard to know if I have changed. I can walk down the street without much trouble, although people sometimes shout, ‘Calm down, dear!’ As for the fortune, I am £9 million in debt!

 

The film you can watch time and time again...The Third Man with Orson Welles is a perfect example of film-making. I have seen it 36 times.  

 

The person who has influenced you most...A schoolmistress called Miss Hobbs who ran a crammer college in London. I left school at 16 with a terrible education, but in one year Miss Hobbs got me into Cambridge to study Law and Economics. She gave me an inner peace that changed my life.

 

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Queen Boudicca. I like people who know what they want and fight for it.

 

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...The race in life is not for the fleet of foot, it is for the plodder.

 

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I enjoy polishing furniture and hand-washing my silk shirts. You get an immediate result.

 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My youth. I did well by normal standards, but I didn’t spend it wisely. Losing your youth is highly unfortunate!

 

The unending quest that drives you on...To remain part of the scene. I am 75, but I work a full day to stay sharp.

 

The poem that touches your soul...Oscar Wilde’s The Ballad Of Reading Gaol. He suffered so dreadfully.

 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People expect me to enter restaurants screaming and shouting, but I am actually a very shy, decent human being who comes in quietly, eats, thanks everyone, then leaves. I am largely to blame for creating this comedy monster.

 

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Going to Cambridge. I never thought I was worthy of it, but the people I met there inspired me to be myself.

 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would fix the Lottery. I am richer than most, but I need more money to fund my lifestyle.

 

The song that means most to you...That’s Amore by Dean Martin. The Fifties was my favourite era.

 

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...When Marlon Brando called me in LA in 1970 and invited me to his house to discuss the film The Nightcomers. It marked the beginning of a wonderful 30-year friendship.

 

The saddest time that shook your world...When my mother died in 1984 aged 78. We had fallen out because she gambled away £100 million of my inheritance. We had not spoken for four months, but I was prepared to have a reconciliation. I delayed it, then she died. It upsets me to this day.

 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I wish I had won an Oscar. It is most unlikely now, but miracles can happen.

 

The philosophy that underpins your life...When you leave a room, ensure the people you were with are happier than they were before you went in.

 

The order of service at your funeral...I don’t want a funeral, but I’d like to be buried on a patch of grass near the National Police Memorial at Cambridge Green in London. I am the chairman and founder of the Police Memorial Trust charity, but it is against the law to be buried there, so I’d need some friends to secretly dig a hole at 4am and throw in my body.

 

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who contributed some degree of happiness to the nation.

 

The Plug...My latest memoir, Tales I Never Told, is published by The Robson Press on 20 October, priced £16.99.  

 

 

The Michael Winner died aged 77 on 21st January 2013 following several years of liver illness. He was survived by his wife Geraldine. RIP.

 

 

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England rugby captain Lewis Moody:

The prized possession you value above all others…My great-grandfather Lewis Walton Moody’s 1914 Star Campaign medal from World War I. He survived the war and, like my dad, I am named after him. My father gave me the medal, so it means everything to me.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend…Not working hard enough at school. Girls and sport were much more exciting to me.  

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions…I love ancient history so I’d visit Egypt with my wife, Annie, and trek around the pyramids. Then I’d take my boys, Dylan, four, and Ethan, one, on an outing that would get them dead excited, like Peppa Pig World in Hampshire.

The temptation you wish you could resist…Pick ’n’ mix sweets at the cinema. I always buy about £10 worth and devour the lot.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance…Somme Mud by an Australian soldier called Private Edward Francis Lynch. The diaries of his three years in the trenches are harrowing. I feel blessed and humbled by the privileges they fought for us to have.  

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day…I could think of something, but I’m not sure it would be entirely appropriate!

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse…I get invited to loads of amazing things, but the contradiction is I socialise less these days because, since becoming captain, I’m wary of people seeing me out having a good time with my mates.

The film you can watch time and time again…Old School with Will Ferrell is genius slapstick. He is my favourite comedy actor and the film is hilarious.

The person who has influenced you most…My dad, Lewis. His work ethic and focus taught me that to succeed in life you must have the determination to put your all into everything.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint…Winston Churchill. His speeches are so powerful, but he was also very humorous. I love his response when a woman accused him of being drunk and he said, ‘Madam, I may be drunk, but you are ugly. In the morning, I shall be sober, but you will still be ugly.’

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child…Listen to your parents. Be humble enough to realise you do not know everything and they have valuable wisdom.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity…Archaeology. As a boy I’d spend hours digging holes in our garden and get really buzzed finding clay pipes and old bottles. I watch Time Team with Tony Robinson religiously.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again…My grandad Basil’s penknife, which my dad gave to me when I was 14. I didn’t appreciate its sentimental value and lost it a few weeks later while camping.

The unending quest that drives you on…To play the perfect game of rugby. Even if you’ve played really well, there’s always something you wished you had done better.

The poem that touches your soul…The Soldier by Rupert Brooke. I first read it at school and found it incredibly moving. I still do.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase…My nickname is ‘Mad Dog’ because I play the game with total commitment, so there is a perception that I am a crazy psycho off the pitch. The reality is I’m a very normal, relaxed family man.

The event that altered the course of your life and character…Playing my first game for Leicester Tigers when I was 18 in 1997. I scored two tries and afterwards Rory Underwood said, ‘That was awesome.’

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it…I’d steal my all-time favourite car – a classic 1960s AC Cobra sports car.

The song that means most to you…My Hero by Foo Fighters. I listen to it on my iPod before every game.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever…Meeting my wife Annie for the first time at university. It was an instant attraction.

The saddest time that shook your world…The death of my grandfather. I was 11, and seeing my dad crying at the funeral was so difficult to understand because I was used to him being the strong person. He said, ‘You’ll have to look after me now.’

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you…To be an archaeologist. I think I watched the Indiana Jones films a bit too often as a kid!

The philosophy that underpins your life…I always train the way I mean to play. The same applies to my approach to life: give everything to everything. I never want to look back on my life and feel I didn’t try hard enough.

The order of service at your funeral…I would prefer an outside service and a party with good food and music, rather than something depressing.

The way you want to be remembered…As a loyal friend and someone who enjoyed himself and gave everything.

The plug...O2 sponsors the England Rugby team. To win a holiday to New Zealand, visit: www.getup forengland.co.uk.

 

 

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Politician Anne Widdecombe:

The prized possession you value above all others...A photo of my mother and my brother, Malcolm, when he was five, which my father always had with him during World War II. It touches me because it signals my father’s longing for his family.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...My elderly mother fell down the stairs and broke her left leg when she lived with me and I always felt responsible. I went to work early without waking the live-in carer and my mother tried to go downstairs alone.  

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...It is a dream to see Earth from above so I would orbit the planet. After that, I’d walk on Dartmoor, where I live, then have a quiet night by the fire with a good book and a whisky and soda.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Strawberry pavlova. Even if I’m watching my weight, if I see it on a menu I must have it.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...All Quiet On The Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque. It brings home the horrors of World War I from the view of ordinary people.  

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d muddle up Craig Revel Horwood’s scoring cards on Strictly Come Dancing so he awarded 10s to everybody.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...None of the fame thing really matters. I was incredibly driven in my career and the greatest cost was the precious time I missed with my mother.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Pianist. I like the twist that the man who should have been his friend betrays him, while the man dressed as the enemy helps him.

The person who has influenced you most...Sister Mary Evangelista, who was my Latin teacher. She inspired me to love Latin as well as to make the most of life. We are still in touch.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...King Charles II. There is some poor evidence that he married Lucy Walter, but I’d like the definitive answer. It would have had a profound effect on our monarchy.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Keep up your skills. Don’t assume you will always be able to do something just because you are good at it when you are young.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Charles II’s escape after the battle of Worcester. He was on the run for weeks. It fascinates me.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I had a set of videos of the Paul Of Tarsus TV series, which I had loved in the early Sixties. Sadly, a relative recorded over one of the cassettes – with an episode of Ultimate Force! I was so furious.

The unending quest that drives you on...Eternal salvation. This Earth is only a preparation for the next world.

The poem that touches your soul...Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray. Every politician should read the famous line, ‘The paths of glory lead but to the grave,’ because it puts ambition into context.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I proposed to shackle women prisoners in childbirth. I never ever did and the proof is in Hansard, but people always assume it’s true. It is irritating!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...I’m sorry, but nothing has dramatically swung my life because everything has roughly followed the course I designed.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I am against abortion, so I would incapacitate every abortion clinic.

The song that means most to you...Old Folks At Home by Paul Robeson, about a slave longing to be reunited with his family. It has particular resonance now because my brother died last year, so I’m the last of my family.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...My reception into the Catholic Church in April 1993. I was an active Christian, but this was the resolution of a spiritual quest.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my mother when she was 95. She lived with me for eight years. She was a marvellous, gentle woman and I miss her. I held her hand as she died peacefully at my home.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I am past ambition and nothing haunts me, but I would like to have been Prime Minister. I would have introduced zero tolerance and brought common sense back into a politically correct Britain.

The philosophy that underpins your life... Carpe diem. Seize the day. Get the most out of each day because you don’t know if it will be your last.

The order of service at your funeral...I would have a Roman Catholic requiem at Westminster Cathedral. They’d sing He Who Would Valiant Be and I’d like John Major to give the address.

The way you want to be remembered...Just as a loyal, good friend.

The Plug...My theatre show An Audience With Ann Widdecombe is touring this autumn. For tickets visit www. celebrityproductions.info

 

 

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Published: 27 August 2011

Playwright Sir David Hare:

The prized possession you value above all others...My wife [fashion designer Nicole Farhi] sculpted our gold wedding rings. Each has two hares, which form a circle around the finger as they run in pursuit of each other for ever.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not reading medicine. Doctor-writers are the best – Anton Chekhov being the pre-eminent example. The moment I arrived at Cambridge University to read English, I envied the medics, who on the first day went straight into dissection.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...Alfred Hitchcock will be found to have made another film. After a day on an Italian beach, my family will host the first screening of this hitherto unseen masterpiece. As sunset comes, we will stroll out on to the terrace at the San Pietro Hotel in Positano and sit down to spaghetti alla vongole. Over dinner, we will discuss the film.

The temptation you wish you could resist...I get to airports ridiculously early. It’s an uncontrollable urge.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The End Of The Affair by Graham Greene. It’s the ideal for any author to be both good and popular.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d walk the woods near Crawford, Texas, in April 2002 to find out what on earth Tony Blair said to George Bush when, alone, they cooked up the catastrophic Iraq invasion of the following year.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...Life’s taught me good taste, which I was better off without. When I was young, I wrote without worrying whether it was any good or not. Often, it was bad but bold. Nowadays, the danger is being good but mild.

The film you can watch time and time again...Federico Fellini’s 8½ from 1963. It’s about a director who knows he will never be able to catch the impossible richness of his memories on film. I always cry throughout.

The person who has influenced you most...My university tutor Raymond Williams. By example, he taught me culture is not the property of the few but of the many, and important changes in culture always come from below.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The Virgin Mary would make an interesting interviewee.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Ask your parents questions straight away, or you’ll never know.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I love making jam. Plum is best.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My dad cleared out the attic and for no reason got rid of the 8mm film of my childhood.

The unending quest that drives you on...I would like to write a play which doesn’t disappoint me 20 years later.

The poem that touches your soul...War Has Been Given A Bad Name by Bertolt Brecht, which knocks every stupid opinion about war on the head in 16 lines.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That because I’ve written about politics, I’ve never written about anything else.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...I wrote a play called Knuckle in 1974, which opened to hostile reviews during the three-day week. The critics were outraged by an anti-capitalist play in the commercial theatre and the fight to keep it afloat for four months marked me as adversarial for a long time to come, which was probably not good for my character or for my peace of mind.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d put a pillow over David Cameron’s sleeping head. He seems to be exactly the kind of glib, shallow PR man that Conservatives are traditionally meant to disapprove of. Why he is the leader of their party, I have no idea.

The song that means most to you...This week it’s I Fall In Love Too Easily by Chet Baker.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...I took Nicole out to dinner for the first time on 19 October, 1991. After that, everything changed.

The saddest time that shook your world...My father’s death coincided with my production of The Secret Rapture flopping on Broadway. Nothing but bad flowed from both events.  

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I stopped directing movies in the late Eighties because I believed I couldn’t be a playwright and a filmmaker. I am haunted by the films I never made.

The philosophy that underpins your life...People need justice.

The order of service at your funeral...The passage from Chekhov’s short story, The Lady With The Little Dog, where the lovers sit on the bench above the sea, followed by the piece where a separated couple are reunited by the foreknowledge of death from Jonathan Franzen’s novel, Freedom.

The way you want to be remembered...It will be great if the plays stay funny.

The plug...Page Eight – the new film I’ve written and the first I’ve directed in 20 years – is on BBC2, tomorrow, at 9pm.

 

 

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MasterChef presenter Gregg Wallace:

The prized possession you value above all others...My whippet Snoopy. Walking alone with him on the hills or the beaches in Kent are special times for me to relax. He was a rescue dogmy wife Heidi found. He’s a real character – like an excitable teenager.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Leaving school when I was 14. My parents broke up when I was young and I lost all direction. Messing up the chance of higher education is an enormous regret.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I would give myself over to gluttony by eating from breakfast to dinner at every three-star Michelin restaurant in Europe. It would have to be just me and Snoopy because my wife would make me watch what I eat.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Sweetened Chantilly cream with vanilla. As my mate Michel Roux Junior says, ‘Put Chantilly cream on anything and Gregg will eat it!’

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Art Of War In The Western World by Archer Jones. It explains army strategies in perfect detail.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d be on the pitch during the final in this autumn’s Rugby World Cup and trip up the New Zealand wingers so England win.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...I can get a table at any restaurant at any time, but being stuck on the Tube with people staring at you is not so great.

The film you can watch time and time again...Waterloo from 1970 with Rod Steiger as Napoleon. It is incredible and has so many layers of stories.

The person who has influenced you most...Karen Ross, the executive producer of MasterChef. I had a cup of tea with her in 2005 and she asked me to talk about food. I spoke continuously for 40 minutes, then she gave me the job. She completely changed my life.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Alexander the Great, the ancient king of Macedonia. He came from a country the size and strength of Wales, but defeated the world’s biggest empires.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Make friends with everyone – whether you like them or not – because they might be able to help you one day.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I love history. My house is stacked with history books.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My hair! I was 17 when it started falling out. I was born bald, was hairy for a few years, then reverted to type.

The unending quest that drives you on...I left home at 14 with nothing and I’ve been grafting ever since because I’m scared of having nothing again.

The poem that touches your soul...It’s not a poem but a song from a Winnie the Pooh book that goes, ‘The more it snows (Tiddely pom), The more it goes (Tiddely pom), The more it goes (Tiddely pom), On snowing.’ I love the humour and innocence of Pooh and still read the books. They’re brilliant.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...Everyone thinks I’m a chef, but I’m a greengrocer with a love of fine food.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Getting a job as a fruit and veg salesman at New Covent Garden Market in 1987 when I was 22. Up until then, I’d only had manual jobs and being paid to use my brain was a massive step. In two years, I had my own greengrocery business.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d set myself up for life with a bank robbery.

The song that means most to you...Romeo And Juliet by Dire Straits. Heidi and I met on Twitter two-andhalf years ago by quoting lyrics from that song. We pussyfooted around until she tweeted, ‘You and me babe, how about it?’ And boom! That was it.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...My wedding on 8 January this year at Coworth Park Hotel near Ascot. Heidi cuddled me all the way through the ceremony because I couldn’t stop crying. It was the loveliest of days.  [NB: Greg and Heidi separated in March 2012]

The saddest time that shook your world...My grandfather Sid dying from a haemorrhage when I was 19. I sat with him in intensive care, but he never pulled through. He was a strong, great man and like a father to me.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’m determined to get a history degree one day.

The philosophy that underpins your life...To keep progressing in all I do.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d like the hymn Jerusalem, which always moves me when it’s sung at international rugby matches. And I would want everyone to have a huge knickerbocker glory. I loved them as a kid and always got one when my grandad took me to Margate.

The way you want to be remembered...As a single dad who did a decent job raising his kids, Tom and Libby [Gregg endured a long custody battle with their mother]. To have been a good father is my proudest boast.

The plug...Rugby fan Gregg is encouraging supporters to Get Up For England, with O2. Win a trip to New Zealand at www.getupforengland.co.uk

 

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Adventurer & TV presenter Ben Fogle:

The prized possession you value above all others...My 12-year-old black Labrador, Inca. I got her as a puppy during my year on Taransay [the island used for the BBC series Castaway in 2000] and I love her more than I can describe. She has been my most loyal friend and helped me find a wife – I met Marina while we were walking our dogs.

The unending quest that drives you on...Who am I and what am I here for? But maybe I’m going a little deep!

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...A swim and breakfast on the Amalfi coast in Italy with Marina and our son Ludo, 20 months, and daughter Iona, 11 weeks, then a walk in the Bolivian Andes. Lunch on an island in French Polynesia, followed by shopping in New York. Tea in Cartagena, Colombia, then dinner under the stars in the Okavango Delta of Botswana and a night safari. Home to my bed in west London.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Crisps. My weakness verges on addiction. I’ll eat any flavour.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver from 1998 is a tale about missionaries in the Congo. It’s a dark parable of one man’s blinkered
passion and it took my breath away.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d love to know what my son Ludo does and how his mind works when we’re not looking.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...It’s given me so many opportunities, but seeing yourself on TV can make you vain. I’ve begun to notice the sun lines on my face and I’ve become more body-conscious.

The film you can watch time and time again...Dumb And Dumber is my feelgood film. I watched it obsessively at university and its basic humour always gives me a warm glow.

The person who has influenced you most...Apart from my parents and my family, it is Sir David Attenborough. As a child, I was enthralled by his programmes – and I still am.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Fidel Castro. I’d ask if he really thinks his revolution has worked.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Be comfortable in your own skin. I was extremely shy and lacked confidence as a boy. Everyone else seemed so much better than me, but
becoming more confident changed my life. I only wish it had come sooner.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Interior design. I’m addicted to interiors magazines and I designed the inside of our house. Marina says I’m a control freak, but I think it’s a reaction to spending so much time overseas. The house is my nest and I want it just so.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My anonymity; losing it has given me so much, but it has come at a cost.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I wish I’d been with my friend James Cracknell when he had the cycling accident that nearly killed him in America last year. Maybe I could have helped him avoid it.

The poem that touches your soul...Risk by Anonymous. It’s about the importance of taking risks in life. It
underpins everything I believe in. I scrawled it on a wall in the kitchen and I read it if I’m ever in doubt. It ends, ‘Only a person who risks is free.’

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m posh. Admittedly I had a privileged childhood, but my father is a Canadian vet and my mother an actress. I am driven to shake off the tag.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Appearing in Castaway. It was the best year of my life and it changed me for ever.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d squat in a house overlooking the Atlantic in Devon or Cornwall and then live happily ever after.

The song that means most to you...It is currently Cee Lo Green’s Bright Lights Bigger City. It reminds me of Marina, Ludo and me dancing in the kitchen and it fills me with joy.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The day in 2006 when James Cracknell and I arrived in Antigua having rowed 3,000 miles across the Atlantic in 49 days, 19 hours and 8 minutes. It was a moment of undiluted happiness.

The saddest time that shook your world...The loss of loved ones. Each one turns your world upside down.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d like to act. I applied to drama schools but was rejected by them all. My dream is to perform with my mother, the actress Julia Foster.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Add life to your days, not days to your life is one of my driving forces.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d want an extract from Captain Scott’s diary, ‘What lots and lots I could tell
you of this journey. How much better has it been than lounging in too great
comfort at home.’ Then maybe everyone would dance to Cee Lo Green.

The way you want to be remembered...For making a difference.

The plug...Ben Fogle’s memoir, The Accidental Adventurer, is out on 1 September (Bantam Press, £18.99).

 

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Slade frontman Noddy Holder:

The prized possession you value above all others...My parents’ wooden Art Deco clock. It never lost a minute until it suddenly stopped in 1988 at the exact time my dad Jack died – 3.30pm.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend... That I can’t get the four members of Slade to be mates again. I got us together three years ago but it was a disaster and all the old grievances came out, like money and things that were said years ago. We’re in our 60s now and it’s sad we can’t laugh about our amazing 25 years together.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...Breakfast at Zabar’s deli in New York, then shopping in Milan with my missus, Susan. We’d fly to Paris for lunch and visit the museums. Then to London for afternoon tea at Claridge’s before cocktails on my boat in Portugal, then New York again for a Broadway musical. After that, my old mates and I would eat a curry in Walsall in the West Midlands, where we grew up. Then we’d go on a bar crawl in New Orleans.

The temptation you wish you could resist...I have never been one for resisting temptation – and it’s got me into a lot of trouble.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins (1868), which I read at school when I was 12. It was the first detective novel.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d sneak into Jennifer Lopez’s dressing room and watch her getting ready for a gig. She’s talented and has a great booty!

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...My mates reckon I haven’t changed but, as an extrovert, Susan says I don’t consider that some people are shy.

The person who has influenced you most...My dad. He was a window cleaner and an amateur club singer. When I was seven, in 1953, he dragged me on stage at our local working men’s club to sing I Believe by Frankie Laine. I loved my first taste of applause.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Al Jolson. He was the ultimate performer and the king of Broadway.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...The only thing that gets you anywhere in life is hard graft.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Reading about history. I was thinking of being a history teacher before I got into singing.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My Gibson SG stage guitar, which was stolen at a gig in the 70s. Years later, I got a letter from a singer who was big in the 80s, admitting he stole it. He was in rehab and part of his recovery was to seek forgiveness for past sins. I didn’t reply as the guitar was so special I couldn’t forgive him. It wouldn’t be fair to name him.

The film you can watch time and time again...Cabaret with Liza Minnelli. I saw it in London in 1972 and loved it so much I went again the next night.

The unending quest that drives you on...I have a thirst for knowledge and new experiences.

The poem that touches your soul...I’ve always been tickled by Spike Milligan’s: ‘The boy stood on the burning deck/ Whence all but he had fled/The twit!’

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m always dressed in platform shoes and a top hat with mirrors, shouting, ‘Merry Christmas!’ If I’m not dressed like that, people are genuinely disappointed.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...I toured sleazy clubs in Germany in a band called The Mavericks when I was 17 and learned all about sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. I went out a boy and came back a man.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal documents that expose corruption in our Government and the banks.

The song that means most to you...The Girl Can’t Help It by Little Richard. I was ten when I saw him perform it and knew then I wanted to be a rock singer.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Aside from seeing my three children born, it was getting the band’s first No.1 with Coz I Luv You in 1971. It gave us the hunger for more.

The saddest time that shook your world...My dad dying hit me hard. He was 77 and had been ill for a while, but it took me a long time to get over it.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I wish the band had been bigger in America. They weren’t ready for us, but it doesn’t actually haunt me – it’s just rock ‘n’ roll.

The philosophy that underpins your life...My dad used to say, ‘You can only eat one meal and wear one pair of shoes at a time. If you’ve got that, be grateful for it. Everything else is icing on the cake.’ He was right.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d have Al Jolson’s Let Me Sing And I’m Happy and all my mates making speeches saying how wonderful I was. I’d leave a humongous tab behind the bar with loads of Guinness.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who put a smile on everybody’s face and a tune in their hearts.

The Plug...Noddy features in Sky Arts At Birmingham Home Of Metal on Sky Arts 1 HD on 31 August.

 

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Presenter Fiona Phillips:

The prized possession you value above all others...A first edition of Thomas Hardy’s novel Jude The Obscure from 1895. I bought it at Sotheby’s for £15,000 in 2002. I was heavily pregnant and hormonal, so I kept bidding.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I wish I had listened more carefully to my parents’ stories. My mum, Amy, died from Alzheimer’s in 2006 and my dad, Phil, is 76 and currently suffering from it, too. All their memories are lost forever.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions... My life is so wrapped up in work and other people that it would be bliss to have 24 hours alone being pampered at a spa in Thailand. I’d also like to visit Spain to chat to José Mourinho. I’m a big Chelsea fan and I thought he was so sexy and stylish. I miss him.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Starbucks coffee. I can’t go a day without an extra hot skinny latte.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Jude The Obscure. I was 18 when I read it and I connected strongly with Sue Bridehead, Jude’s lover. I was captivated because she was her own woman.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d watch my 12-year-old son at school to find out what he does all day, as he doesn’t seem to learn much. He’s more interested in entertaining the class.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...Being well-known has not essentially changed me, but working on GMTV affected my life dramatically. Everything was geared towards getting up early, so I lost contact with friends and spent the entire time tired. I’m much happier now.

The film you can watch time and time again...Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. It reminds me of fun times as a child and of my two sons growing up.

The person who has influenced you most...My mum. She was such a warm, open person. Watching her taught me how to communicate, which has always been at the heart of my life.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Emmeline Pankhurst. I am in awe of what the suffragettes did.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Barack Obama’s mother said this to him and my mum said it to me: ‘Put yourself in the other person’s shoes before you do anything.’

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Politics. I read political memoirs and follow the machinations of Westminster like a junkie.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A thief stole my grandmother’s engagement ring, which she left me when she died, and a watch my parents gave me for my 21st birthday, from my dressing room in 1988 when I was doing my first TV show for BBC Norwich. I was so upset.

The unending quest that drives you on...To keep working hard. My parents instilled a strong work ethic in me and thank God they did because I’ve got a huge mortgage to pay off!

The poem that touches your soul...He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by W.B. Yeats. The last line gets me with its vulnerability: ‘Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.’

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...I was always irritated that everything written about me included the word ‘bubbly’. It has connotations of being vacuous and shallow. Urgh! I like drinking bubbly, but not being perceived as it.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...When my mum was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in 1999. It was the beginning of an immense grieving process.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d be a Peeping Tom in Chelsea’s dressing room at Stamford Bridge.

The song that means most to you...Louis Armstrong’s What A Wonderful World. It reminds me of my happy
childhood and always moves me.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...When I was pregnant with my first son [now 11; her second son is eight], I feared I wouldn’t bond with him. That first night in hospital, I fell in love. I was so happy – and relieved.

The saddest time that shook your world...When my dad attacked my mum because he couldn’t cope with her Alzheimer’s. In that moment, my childhood dissolved and I became the
parent. It was totally out of character for Dad and we found out subsequently that he was also suffering the early stages of Alzheimer’s.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To do everything I can to make my children happy.

The philosophy underpinning your life...Do unto others as you would have them do unto you

The order of service at your funeral...I don’t have an ego that requires a big send-off. For all I care, my family can put me in a cardboard box and bury me in the garden!

The way you want to be remembered...I simply would like my values to live on in my children.

The plug...Fiona’s memoir, Before I Forget, is published by Arrow, priced £7.99.

 

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Impressionist Alistair McGowan:

The prized possession you value above all others...I’m not particularly materialistic, but I love my king-size sleigh bed. I am away working a lot and always miss it as it’s so comfortable.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Giving up piano lessons at the age of ten because they clashed with football practice.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...My happiest days are unplanned and full of surprises. We live in a world that ‘books in advance’ and seem to have forgotten the joy of spontaneity. So, my perfect day would be one that simply unravelled with new experiences, or forgotten old ones. That said, at some point it would involve cheese!

The temptation you wish you could resist...I’ve a terrible habit of turning round to look at attractive ladies’ bottoms. As I’ve got older, I can wait longer but, eventually, it must stop!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...I read David Nicholls’ novel One Day last year and was deeply moved by it. It echoes so much of my own life – relationships, university, and the ups and downs of success. It is the story of my generation growing up.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d cut the headphone wires of those whose music bleeds out and spoils myriad journeys and moments for everyone else.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...I’m much nicer to people because they are nicer to me. Sadly, I laugh less at the telly because I watch comedy analytically.

The film you can watch time and time again...12 Angry Men with Henry Fonda. I’m always moved to tears each time he gets someone to change their vote in that jury room.

The person who has influenced you most...My father, Mac, who sadly died from a heart attack in 2003. He gave me his love of sport, but also his values. He had a wonderful calmness and a belief you should treat everyone the same. He was a great dad and an honest man who I’m proud to try to emulate.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...The French composer Erik Satie, who gave us some of the most beautiful pieces of piano music ever written – and some horrors.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Remember that all adults who aren’t your parents prefer it when you are QUIET!

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Snooker. I first played it when I was 15, but I’m still rubbish. My highest break is 27, but I love the ongoing challenge. It’s like a language I have yet to learn.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I had a beautiful film poster of Empire Of The Sun from 1987. When [fellow impressionist] Ronni Ancona and I lived together in the Nineties, she told me film posters were ‘studenty’ and made me throw it away. I still miss it.

The unending quest that drives you on...I try to never waste time.

The poem that touches your soul...An August Midnight by Thomas Hardy. It’s about insects of the night and the last line – ‘They know earth secrets that know not I’ – is one of the reasons behind my environmentalism. Animals can do so much, yet we think we have a right to this planet above them.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I am Angus Deayton. I’m always being mistaken for him. Once, when Angus was having a tough time in the Press, a taxi driver thought I was him and I couldn’t be bothered to correct him. He then let me off the fare as he felt sorry for me!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...I struggled for two years to make sense of drama school, then a visiting director – the late Malcolm Edwardes – simply told me to only speak when I was ready. That unlocked the secret of acting.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d rob the bank accounts of everyone on the Rich List and redistribute their money.

The song that means most to you...Two Little Boys sung by Rolf Harris. I heard it aged five and it was the first time I listened to words and knew they were sad. Even now, it moves me hugely.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The end of recording the first series of Alistair McGowan’s Big Impression in 2000. It was a long-held dream finally realised.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my father. On a lighter note, I always feel bereft every year when Wimbledon ends.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To have a consistently good tennis backhand.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Treat others as you would like to be treated yourself.

The order of service at your funeral...I leave everything to the last minute, so I’m not sure, but it may end with Sing, Sing, Sing by Benny Goodman. It lifts any heart on any occasion.

The way you want to be remembered...For being a good person who made the most of everything.

The Plug...I’ll be playing Henry Higgins in Pygmalion at the Garrick Theatre from 15 August. By George!

 

 

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Presenter Christine Bleakley:

 

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A beautiful gold ring with amethyst stones my parents bought me for my 21st birthday.  It got lost when I moved from Northern Ireland to London in 2007.  I was devastated and still hope it will pop up in a sock drawer.

The unending quest that drives you on...To be completely independent. My mum instilled that in me from an early age.  She wasn’t a driven career woman herself but she understands the freedom a woman has when she doesn’t depend on anyone else. 

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no  time travel restrictions...I visited Paris for the first time last March with Frank [her fiancée, Chelsea footballer Frank Lampard] and every second was magical.  I’d start there, then head to Val D’Isere for skiing, then to Italy to top up the tan and for some glorious food.  Frank would be with me, with family and some mates, too.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Being the last to leave a party. I always want to dance with the last few hangers on when the band is packing up.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Crucible.  I became fascinated by all things Arthur Miller after reading this play.  I also fell in love with Daniel Day-Lewis and Winona Ryder after watching them in the film.  Painfully magical.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d follow traffic wardens and whip on newly paid up tickets in cars just before they issue a fine to an unsuspecting driver. 

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...I could never comfortably link my name with the term fame and fortune, but being on the telly does have its bonuses.  People are always very chatty and friendly when they see you out.  The downside is that close friends find it hard if I end up talking about the show with other people when are meant to be catching up.

The film you can watch time and time again...I adore comedies with a storyline you can relate to and I love Meet The Fockers. Who doesn’t get nervous meeting the in-laws? 

The person who has influenced you most...My parents have been incredibly influential, as has Adrian Chiles, but if I had to pick one person it would be Frank.  He is a great man with a lot of integrity and has an inner strength few of us possess.  I admire his work ethic most – it’s second to none.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Marilyn Monroe.  I’d have a million questions, but I’d ask if she knew the effect she would have by standing on that grate with the air blowing up her dress.  I guess the answer would be Yes!

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Nuala McKeever, a well respected Northern Irish writer and comic, once said: "Christine, jump and the net shall appear."  At the time, I was worrying about moving to London and the second she uttered those words I had clarity and moved.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I studied A-Level art and nearly went to art college, so painting with oils is a real passion. I can lose days in front of a canvas – it is the ultimate escape.

The prized possession you value above all others...A Rolex watch I bought myself when I moved to London.  It wasn’t overly expensive but it represents a scary and lonely time.   I had never lived away from home so it was an enormous step, personally and professionally, but I’m so glad I took the plunge.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I really don’t have any regrets.  If I make a decision that doesn’t go according to plan then I learn from it and move on.  I don’t dwell on regrets.

The poem that touches your soul...The Lady of Shalott by Lord Alfred Tennyson is beautiful. 

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I just popped up on telly out of nowhere.  I’ve actually been working in television since I was 17.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Moving to London to work on The One Show.  I still pinch myself sometimes because I can’t believe my luck.  

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I can’t bear people who litter.  If I caught someone throwing stuff out of their car, I’d push the car into a hole and fill it with concrete.

The song that means most to you... Van Morrison’s Brown Eyed Girl.  My dad used to sing it to me when I was young.  I’m still his brown-eyed girl.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...My sister Nicola’s wedding day in 2007.  I cried with happiness and pride for 12 hours solid.

The saddest time that shook your world...I vividly remember my grandmother passing away when I was ten.   I had to sit my 11-plus exam not long after.  I held a little picture of her in my hand the entire way through the exam. I passed and no doubt she had something to do with that. 

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I really don’t have one.  My mum taught me to appreciate what you’ve got, rather than mourn what you haven’t got.  And she always says:  Stay humble and you won’t have far to fall.

The philosophy that underpins your life...What goes around comes around.  Every time.

The order of service at your funeral...A grand buffet, with traditional Irish oysters and Guinness for good measure.  Loads of comedians and great music.  Comic Leigh Francis could host proceedings. The way you want to be remembered...Happy, genuine and trustworthy.

The Plug...Christine co-hosts ITV1’s Daybreak with Adrian Chiles weekdays from 6-8.30am 

 

 

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Proms presenter Katie Derham:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...Our sailing boat, Night Swimming. It represents family time, freedom and relaxation. Usually you can’t get a mobile signal when we’re sailing – bliss – and nothing beats the smell of bacon cooking in the sea air.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...That my mother, Margaret, never met my younger daughter, Eleanor. She died from Alzheimer’s eight years ago when she was only 61.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...Breakfast of honey on toast and tea at home with my husband John and our daughters, Natasha, 11, and Eleanor, five, followed by a walk through the bluebells in a wood somewhere. Then to Paris, drinking cafés au lait and trying to be chic and nonchalant. Afterwards, we’d sail to an island near the colonial town of Paraty on the coast of Brazil for a lunch of grilled prawns. I’d spend the afternoon mucking around with the children in the sea, then head to Rio de Janeiro with John for caipirinha cocktails and to dance all night.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Taking an extra five minutes’ snooze in the morning, or having an extra coffee. I’m habitually, shamefully late.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Lord Of The Rings. I was attracted to its massive girth at the age of nine because I wanted to be reading the longest book in school. I’ve read it at least 20 times, yet still get caught up in its fantasy and romance.  

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d follow litter louts and put their sweet wrappers back in their pockets.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...I’m uncomfortable with the sycophancy that can come with fame. But I’ve met the most extraordinary people and witnessed some phenomenal talent at work.

The film you can watch time and time again...The American President, with Annette Bening and Michael Douglas. It’s cheesy but hugely enjoyable. The person who has influenced you most...My mother-in-law, Marion, is a constant inspiration. She always has a smile and time for everyone.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Mozart. I’d ask him: How do you do it? Where does the music come from?

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Stand up straight and smile. Confidence and friendliness are catching.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I received a beehive for my birthday so the next stop is the hat, suit and my own swarm. Then friends and family should prepare for sweet gifts with honeyed words and bad puns.

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A scrapbook of little notes from friends, theatre programmes and invitations from my time at Magdalene College, Cambridge. It disappeared in a house move in the mid-1990s. I wanted to flick through it with my daughters, but perhaps it’s best they hear the edited version.

The unending quest that drives you on...To be effortlessly organised. The poem that touches your soul...

Music by Walter de la Mare. It has a great line that pretty much sums up the power of music, ‘When music sounds gone is the earth I know, And all her lovely things even lovelier grow’.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m a goody two-shoes. There’s an assumption that anyone who’s ever read them news was head girl or boy, always wins pub quizzes, and never loses their cool. I fail on all of the above!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Meeting my husband at a party in Cambridge when I was 23. I’d gate-crashed and he pretended to be from security to talk to me. Life became a lot more fun and hasn’t stopped yet. I’ve never met anyone with more ideas, drive or kindness and with a more ridiculously infectious laugh.

The crime you would commit, knowing you could get away with it...It would be something against speed cameras. I want to be trusted to drive responsibly.

The song that means most to youBachianas Brasileiras No. 5 by Heitor Villa-Lobos. It doesn’t have words so, technically, isn’t a song, but it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Nothing will beat the births of my girls, but being with my sister when she had her first child comes close.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my mother. What a shocking, criminal waste of a very bright and funny woman.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To sit at a piano during a party and take requests.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Be kind, work hard, have fun.

The order of service at your funeral...Ostentatious black plumed horses. The Intermezzo from Pietro Mascagni’s Cavalleria Rusticana, then Up, Up And Away by Nancy Sinatra, followed by an awfully big party.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who made people smile.

The plug...Katie Derham presents The Proms for BBC2 and Radio 3 from Friday

 

 

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Scientist Lord Robert Winston:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I do not become too attached to things.  If I lose something, I simply move on.

The unending quest that drives you on...To keep on learning about all manner of things.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d spend all day skiing alone in the French Alps.  I love the remoteness of the mountains.  I would helicopter to the top of La Vallee Blanche and ski the incredible off-piste decent to Chamonix. I would have dinner there with a bottle of great Burgundy, preferably a La Tache by Romanée-Conti, although that is hard to find these days because the Chinese have bought so much.

The temptation you wish you could resist...I love a really good whiskey, like a 25 year Macallan single malt.  It makes me pleasantly happy and sleepy.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Michel de Montaigne’s Book of Essays.  He was a monumentally brilliant French writer in the 16th century whose essays are gems that encapsulate important philosophy.  I urge people to read them.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I would want to understand Farsi so could I eavesdrop on the Iranian government.  It seems to threaten so much we hold dear in the West, so I’d be riveted to understand what its leaders really think about us.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...I am concerned about the whole cult of celebrity.  I don’t think I am famous, but I do get recognized and asked to sign bits of paper. Being well known has enabled me to support more charitable activities, but I am probably more materialistic than I should be.  I am one for extravagance and probably live more expensively and wastefully that I need to.  

The film you can watch time and time again...Fanny and Alexander, directed by Ingmar Bergman.  It is about the world seen through a child’s eyes and is a very human film.  It is five hours long, but is absolutely enchanting and one of the greatest films ever made.   

The person who has influenced you most...Professor John McClure Browne.  He was very important in promoting my research into reproductive biology at Hammersmith hospital in the 1970s.  He died of a stroke in 1978.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...I don’t like pies or pints, but I’d have a glass of wine with the Austrian composer Franz Schubert.  He is one of the greatest composers and I’d ask him who he really respected musically.  He was a gregarious person, so he would be good company. 

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Treat everybody with a pleasant countenance and think the best of them.  Then you will get the best out of them.

 The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I have been into building Gauge One sized model steam engines for 30 years.  Steam trains have personalities and I make them from kits and they go around my garden on a 45mm track.

The prized possession you value above all others...My 1935 Bentley.  It is a two-tone 3.5 litre standard saloon in green and cream.  I had one when I was a student in the 1960s but had to sell it when I was short of money.  I have had this one for a couple of years and it goes beautifully.  It is very docile but will go fast enough to keep up with modern traffic.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not keeping in touch with old friends and nurturing those human contacts.  I miss not knowing what they are doing with their lives.  

The poem that touches your soul...To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvel, the 17th century British metaphysical poet.  It is a beautiful poem about love and the brevity of human life.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase... I don’t know what misapprehensions there are of me.  People are complimentary and nice and I don’t get negative reactions.  Maybe they think I am nicer than I really am, but I wouldn’t want to erase that!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Marrying my wife Lira in 1973.  Marriage alters the course of one’s life more than anything else we do.   

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I would shoot Sepp Blatter – preferably painfully, with several shots.  It is shocking how he has managed FIFA and brought a very important international game into utter disrepute.  The culture of cheating and dishonesty in football is spread by the massively bad influence of people like Blatter.  

The song that means most to you...Come in Quest’ora Bruna  – How in the Morning Light – from Verdi’s opera Simone Boccanegra.  It is Verdi writing at his absolute refined best.  The character, Amelia, sings as she watches the dawn over the waters of Venice.  It is a wilting, evocative song that captures the spectacular light of Venice.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Leaving St Paul’s School in London when I was 18.  I enjoyed it there but leaving was an extraordinarily interesting moment.  I suddenly felt grown up and, above all, free. (italics)

The saddest time that shook your world...My father’s death when I was nine in 1949.  He was a polymath.  He played the violin and was a championship chess player and was bigger than life.  He died of a brain abscess when he was only 42, having lived a life that most would not achieve at 62.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To build a model steam engine that is big enough to pull me around the garden.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Value what you have and do not strive for things you cannot obtain.  That is a sure way to unhappiness.

The order of service at your funeral...Jewish funerals are fairly unshowy affairs.  We do not play music or have much of an order of service, so I don’t really think about my funeral.

The way you want to be remembered...As somebody who valued humanity, children, and our society.

The Plug...Lord Winston appears at the Harrogate Summer Festival on July 7.   For tickets visit www.harrogate-festivals.org.uk.

 

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Dragons’ Den viper Deborah Meaden:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...The only thing I’ve lost that really meant something to me was the gold ring my husband Paul bought me for Christmas in 2005. I took it off during lunch and I think it got swept away with the table debris.

I was lucky enough to find it two years later in the veg patch! Goodness knows how it got there, maybe in the compost?

The unending quest that drives you on...Completing my list of ‘Things To Do Before I Die’. Recently in Australia I swam with whale sharks and rounded up cattle on horseback, but I’m always adding new ones.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no time travel restrictions...All day with Paul. We’d wake to birdsong at Sarara Camp in Kenya before climbing a Mayan temple in Guatemala, to watch the sun rise. A walk beside Iguazu falls in Argentina, then lunch at Balthazar, Manhattan. In the afternoon I’d go horse riding on the beach at Costa Rica’s Nicoya Peninsula. I’d close a business deal by phone, then celebrate with a gin and tonic on the roof of the Lake Palace Hotel in Udaipur, India. Dinner at our Somerset home with friends and family.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Googling everything. I can spend hours on the internet, learning lots but retaining very little.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. I read it when I was 12 and found the racial prejudice so shocking.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I don’t like eavesdropping or prying, so I’m afraid I’d have to make myself known.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...For better, having a voice to influence change for good. For worse, it is harder to appreciate things once they’re easy to come by.

The film you can watch time and time again... Moulin Rouge!, a movie with such amazing visuals and soundtrack, it doesn’t matter if you know the ending.

The person who influenced you most...My older sister Gail, who says what needs to be said, whether I like it or not.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Lady Hester Stanhope, niece of William Pitt The Younger. She was his confidante and had adventures in Arabia. I’d like to chat about her unconventional life.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Simply owning money is meaningless – it is the good that you can do with it that really counts.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Cooking. Unlikely, because I haven’t cooked a meal in 25 years. Curious, because I am fascinated by the Zen-like trance Paul goes into when he is creating a dish.

The prized possession you value above all others...A paper collage of my cat Willow, who died. It is by the South African artist Peter Clarke and is made from memorabilia such as a postcard of the church where I was married and my Grade 1 piano certificate.It is irreplaceable.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Not taking a gap year and travelling. I left college at 18 and was obsessed with going into business.

The poem that touches your soul...Ozymandias by Percy Shelley. We did it at school and it made me realise poetry wasn’t just a bunch of words that sometimes rhymed and sometimes didn’t.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I never smile. I smile all the time, but giggling in the Den would be disrespectful.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Being sent to boarding school (The Hall School in Wincanton, Somerset) at seven. It was the first time I felt restricted and I hated it. A year ago I drove past where the school used to be and still felt a sense of dread.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...Driving my Porsche at top speed with the hood down through the Scottish Highlands.

The song that means most to you...Jackie Wilson’s Higher And Higher. I played it over and over when I met Paul in the mid-1980s. He didn’t complain, so I knew we were going to last.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...In Kenya in 2010, when I saw cheetahs up close for the first time.

The saddest time that shook your world...In 2009 I was sent a video of a dog being skinned alive for its fur. I’ve never been able to forget it, and it galvanised my position on the fur trade.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To learn to fly a helicopter.

I didn’t have the time or money when I was younger and now I probably don’t have the reactions or the eyesight!

The philosophy that underpins your life...Keep it simple. That way you can get more done.

The order of service at your funeral...Cry a little, laugh a lot, then turn up the music and dance.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who could laugh at Harry Enfield’s ‘Grumpy Woman’ take on me, cry through Schindler’s List and not eat fish for a year to make a point about sustainability.

The Plug...Deborah is an ambassador for WWF UK, which is celebrating 50 years of helping people and nature. Join in at www.wwf.org.uk/50

 

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Charity campaigner Sarah Brown:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My grandmother’s gold garnet ring, which I wore after she died from breast cancer in 1980 when she was 70 and I was 16. It slipped from my finger as I ran to my final exam at Bristol University in 1986 and I couldn’t stop to look.

The unending quest that drives you on...Making a difference in any way I can. You can’t control so much in life, but you can end each day knowing you’ve done something positive.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...Gordon is back and forth to Westminster and we both travel for charity work, so I’d want us and our two boys, John and Fraser, to be together in Fife – with total travel restrictions. We’d walk on the beach, play and just be at home.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Chocolate. I eat it for energy when I’m tired, but I know it’s not a proper substitute for sleep.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Stories Of Mothers Lost, by the White Ribbon Alliance. It’s about mums around the world who died in pregnancy or childbirth.

To know they died unnecessarily is devastating.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d sneak on to the set of the television series Glee and sing and do all the dance moves without embarrassment.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...We have no fortune and, let me stress, no complaints! For better, being in the public eye has forced me to learn new things, like public speaking.

For worse, I am less trusting of some people, who write and say things they know to be untrue.

The film you can watch time and time again...Billy Elliot. Its writer Lee Hall is a friend. He captured the betrayal of the hopes of a generation in the 1980s.

The person who has influenced you most...My mum, Pauline, who is in her 70s. She made me believe that just because there’s a glass ceiling, it doesn’t mean you have an excuse for not pushing your head against it until it shatters.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Florence Nightingale. I’d reassure her that nurses remain heroes and that plenty of us are fighting to ensure they get the pay, training and respect they deserve. I’d also fill her in on the creation of the NHS!

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...How the world treats you should not determine how you treat the world.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I’ve become interested in the history of hats since going to British milliner Stephen Jones’ showcase at the V&A Museum in 2009.

The prized possession you value above all others...The diamond eternity ring Gordon gave me. It is engraved with our initials and those of our children.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I wish I’d spoken out earlier, more frequently and louder when people told blatant lies about Gordon.

The poem that touches your soul...A Wish For My Children by the late Irish poet Evangeline Paterson. Gordon quoted it at Damilola Taylor’s memorial service and it moved me. Every parent can relate to the hope that your children are safe, while wanting them to be out in the world realising their potential.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I ‘gave up work’! It didn’t feel like that to me and I’m sure it doesn’t to any busy mum, charity worker or campaigner. The event that altered the course of your life and character...

In memory of my baby daughter who died when she was ten days old, we set up the Jennifer Brown Research Laboratory. Through that, I know science will transform our understanding of what can go wrong in pregnancy and childbirth, and avoid the heartbreak of losing a longed-for baby.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I can’t think of the specifics but it would be Robin Hood-inspired.

The song that means most to you...George Harrison’s While My Guitar Gently Weeps. I’ve always loved it, no reason, just do.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Aside from the births of my children, it is Gordon’s marriage proposal on a windswept beach in Fife on Millennium New Year’s Day. The saddest time that shook your world...

Losing Jennifer was – and is – the saddest time for Gordon and me. We have so much happiness with our two sons, but we miss her every day.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...Making sure each day that everyone in our family is learning something new, contributing something positive and dreaming something big.

The philosophy underpinning your life...Everyone is unique and precious (even the superficially disagreeable) and you must recognise this in yourself, too. The order of service at your funeral...

I’d let my family choose, as they are the ones who will need to say goodbye.

The way you want to be remembered...That I tried to make a lot of small changes add up to a big difference.

The plug...Sarah’s memoir Behind The Black Door is published by Ebury. For information about the Jennifer Brown Research Laboratory, visit www.piggybankkids.org

© Sarah Brown 2011

 

 

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Published: 11 June 2011

DJ and TV presenter Zoe Ball:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My diamond engagement ring, which Norman [DJ Norman Cook] gave me in 1999. I was too scared to wear it because I’m so scatty, so I hid it in a drawer. Either Norman or I re-hid it and we’ve never found it. I fear it has been given to a charity shop in an old handbag.

The unending quest that drives you on...To be better at backgammon. Everyone beats me, but one day I’ll show them!

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...Wake up at Babington House, the hotel in Somerset where we got married, as a big family bundle in our PJs. Full English breakfast in bed watching Sky’s Soccer AM. Go to the beach at Nantucket, New England, for seal spotting and rounders. Clam chowder and crab for lunch, followed by a bike ride along Brighton seafront before shopping in New York. Dinner at Nobu in Mayfair, then a wander through Paris before hitting Space nightclub in Ibiza with Norm and Carl Cox DJing. Then we’d sit around the Stone Circle at Glastonbury Festival watching the sunrise.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Puddings. I wish I was slimmer, but cheesecake, crumble and custard, panna cotta… I love ’em all!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald is the perfect novel. It is desperately tragic. I’ve read it many times, but it still brings a tear to my eye.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d listen to my ten-year-old-son Woody and his friends chat. Such amazing minds, untainted by the toil of work and responsibility.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...I’m still the same old fool I was at school. I love my job and can’t think of many negatives, apart from the paranoia about my looks ageing by the second.

The film you can watch time and time again...What’s Up Doc with Barbra Streisand and Ryan O’Neal. It’s hilarious and I’ll never tire of it.

The person who has influenced you most...My Grandad Fred. He was the warmest, funniest man. He was a wonderful husband to my Nan, Rene, a loving father, and the best grandad a girl could wish for. I wish he could have met Nelly, our one-year-old. But I’m sure he is dancing in the stars with Nan.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Bette Davis. She could act the socks off anybody. I’d grill her about old Hollywood and her nemesis Joan Crawford.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...You give a little love and it all comes back to you.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Lego building. I’d happily do it for hours with Woody – usually to avoid cooking or paperwork – and I’m pretty good. I find it therapeutic. My Lego Death Star is a thing of beauty

The prized possession you value above all others...My half-read books. I fall asleep at night after reading a passage. I intend to finish them all one day.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I don’t have regrets, life is too short. You have to think about the positives and move forward.

The poem that touches your soul...On The Ning Nang Nong by Spike Milligan. It is nonsense, but I loved it when I was a child and my kids love it, too.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’ll be the best dancer at a wedding, just because I did Strictly Come Dancing. Without my partner Ian Waite, I’m all at sea and all I can do is ‘Mum Dancing’.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Becoming a mum. There is no greater joy than watching your children grow, learn and laugh.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d drive my car at full pelt down the M23 on the way home from work.

The song that means most to you...Head, Shoulders, Knees And Toes. Nelly has learnt the actions and it’s too cute.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...I have been spoilt for happy memories in my life. To me, all little family moments are priceless.

The saddest time that shook your world...Losing my best friend Jolanda in a car accident when she was 17. Only now, as a mother, can I appreciate how her death affected her parents. The kids and I always say goodnight to Jolanda in the stars. I’m not religious but I like to believe she’s up there watching out for my kids.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To finish my English degree. I dropped out of university to work, but I’m hoping to do it one day.

The philosophy underpinning your life...All you need is Love. Love is all you need.

The order of service at your funeral...If You Want To Sing Out, Sing Out by Cat Stevens and Happy Feet by Kermit The Frog. Then everyone singing Eric and Ernie’s Bring Me Sunshine. Tears acceptable, dancing compulsory.

The way you want to be remembered...As a daft but loving mother who tangoed ’til the end.

The plug...Zoe Ball presents the Isle of Wight Festival on Sky Arts and Sky 3D, today at 10pm and tomorrow at 9pm. Visit www.sky.com/arts.

 

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Published: 4 June 2011

Chef Gary Rhodes:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...A bespoke Giorgio Armani suit that cost £2,000 in 2006. I pressed the trousers one day in a mad rush, and burnt a hole in them. My favourite suit was lost for ever.

The unending quest that drives you on...To achieve consistency and excellence in all aspects of my life.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...Breakfast in Grenada in the Caribbean with my wife Jennie and our boys, Samuel and George.

Lunch on a yacht off the South of France, entertaining friends and family with great food and wine, being serenaded by Stevie Wonder. The evening at Old Trafford as Manchester United pull off a stunning victory.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Clothes. I’ve become quite obsessed with shirts and trousers and I have about 60 suits.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Down And Out In Paris And London by George Orwell. It describes the pressures of busy kitchens brilliantly. I read it when I was 14 in 1974 and it made me decide to become a chef.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d jump every queue. I hate queuing, particularly for train tickets – why do people need to know the whole timetable?!

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...I don’t believe I’ve changed that much. But I’ve learnt that life changes for the better if you’re disciplined and dedicated.

The film you can watch time and time again...The action film Man On Fire with Denzel Washington. It always has me on the edge of my seat.

The person who has influenced you most...Peter Barrett, a tutor at my first catering college in Kent in 1976. He taught me how to respect your team. He’s a close friend and still inspires me.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Martin Luther King. He changed history with his ‘I have a dream’ speech. I’d be honoured to cook for him and hear what he thinks about today’s world.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Good manners will never let you down.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Ironing. I’m so fanatical I iron everything – even if it has already been dry-cleaned!

The prized possession you value above all others...My OBE, which I received for services to the hospitality industry in 2006. I never thought I’d be recognised in such a memorable way.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend..Selling my dream ‘supercar’ ten years ago, because I joined Damon Hill’s supercar rental club P1. The car was a Lotus Esprit S4s, a one-off test car. It became a family member and I’d buy it back tomorrow if I could.

The poem that touches your soul...It’s not a poem, but this quote from the 18th- century gast ronome Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin inspires me: ‘The discovery of a new dish confers more happiness on humanity than the discovery of a new star.’

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m a ‘spiky-haired cheeky chappie’. It implies that I’m a clown and a two-bit cook. I’ve been in the industry for 35 years and have received six Michelin stars, yet that is often forgotten!

The event that altered the course of your life and character... I was knocked down by a van in Amsterdam at 19, while I was the chef at the Hilton. I was running for a tram and looked the wrong way while crossing a road. I had a blood clot in my head and needed eight hours of brain surgery and six months to recover. I’ve always looked both ways ever since.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d ‘borrow’ all three of Alain Ducasse’s three-Michelin-star restaurants – a crime that would achieve all my dreams in one go! The song that means most to you...

Free by Stevie Wonder, which seems to say that the greatest gift in life – and beyond – is freedom. I listen to it all the time.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Aside from my marriage and the births of my sons, it was Manchester United winning the European Cup Final in 1999 and with it the treble.

The saddest time that shook your world...On New Year’s Eve 2003, my friend David Nicholls came over and collapsed in tears. His 19-year-old son Dan had broken his neck, by hitting a sandbank while diving into a wave on Bondi Beach, and was paralysed from the arms down. Dan’s a vibrant young man and I hope he’ll make a full recovery one day.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...

I still dream of achieving ‘two Michelin star’ culinary status. This keeps my mind and spirit alive.

The philosophy underpinning your life...Respect can only be earned, not demanded.

The order of service at your funeral...Whatever makes the congregation suitably happy and sad. I want to be cremated – making sure I’m well seasoned and cooked to perfection.

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who could really cook.

The plug...The Nicholls Spinal Injury Foundation www.nichollsfoundation.org.uk. Visit www.garyrhodes.com.

 

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Published: 28 May 2011

Jimmy Choo shoes tycoon Tamara Mellon:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My father Tommy Yeardye. He died in 2004 and was the most wise person in my life. We used to speak every day. He gave me the drive to take risks. [Yeardye was a TV stuntman and entrepreuner].

The unending quest that drives you on...The thrill of a new idea. Fifteen years ago i dreamed of creating the perfect luxury brand. I’m proud of everything we’ve done at Jimmy Choo, but I know the best is yet to come.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d spend the whole day on the beach in St Barts in the Caribbean, playing with my nine-year-old daughter Minty. It is one of the most beautiful, relaxing places in the world. We go there every Christmas with friends and family.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Smoking! I started when I was a teenager. I know it’s bad for my health, but I really enjoy it and I’ve resigned myself to not giving up.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway by Susan Jeffers. It has given me the courage to live out my dreams as a businesswoman.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...Run around naked in my heels.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...Initially, I found being in the limelight hard, but now I’m more relaxed about it. I’ve worked hard to become self-sufficient and to give my daughter a secure future. On the downside, I have midnight binges on Net-a-Porter, the internet fashion site!

The film you can watch time and time again...Scarface with Al Pacino. I love the dramatic plot and Michelle Pfeiffer is very sexy in it.

The person who has influenced you most...My daughter. She keeps everything in perspective.  

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Winston Churchill. He was one of the most interesting men of all time. I also think he had a wicked sense of humour.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Don’t try to control the outcome, go with the flow.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Snakes! I love the pattern and texture of their skin. I have six huge photos by brilliant Swiss photographer Guido Mocafico of coiled coloured snakes in my sitting room.

The prized possession you value above all others...My penthouse apartment, which I bought two years ago on New York’s Upper East Side. I love the location, space and sexy interiors. Moving there was a new beginning for Minty and me. [During a tumultuous period, Tamara lost her father, was divorced from her husband Matthew, fought and won a battle to retain control of her business and became estranged from her mother following a court case over a trance of Jimmy Choo shares, which Tamara won].

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I believe in never regretting anything. Everyone’s story makes them who they are. There are chapters of my life I’ve enjoyed more than others, but each has brought me to where I am today and for that I’m grateful.

The poem that touches your soul...The vision by Kahlil Gibran is one of the most inspiring pieces of texts I’ve ever read. His wisdom and delicate use of language are astounding.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People are often surprised by how soft I am when they meet me in the flesh. I wish that wasn’t the case.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Opening the first Jimmy Choo store in 1996 in London. Jimmy was a cobbler in Hackney when I approached him about going into business. My father lent us £150,000 to get started. There are now 130 stores worldwide.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I am a pretty law-abiding citizen, so I’m afraid no crimes spring to mind.

The song that means most to you...Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me by Elton John. He is a great friend and this reminds me of lost loved ones. The happiest moment you will cherish forever...After becoming a mother, my happiest day was last year when I was awarded an OBE by the Queen for services to the fashion industry. It was a humbling experience.

The saddest time that shook your world...When my father died suddenly
from a brain aneurysm. He was 73 and I miss him immensely every day.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I have a real passion and fascination for psychology, so perhaps I could study it properly one day.

The philosophy underpinning your life...Don’t do anything by half.

The order of service at your funeral...I am concentrating on living at the moment, but some of Elton’s tunes would definitely be on the cards.

The way you want to be remembered...As an innovator and, hopefully, as an inspiration to women and mothers.

The plug...Choo 24:7 Bag Collection, which includes luggage. www.jimmy choo.com

 

Jimmy Choo Shoes Tycoon Tamara Mellon

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Published: 21 May 2011

Champion jockey Frankie Dettori:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...The three gold whips I got for my three Dubai World Cup wins. They were stolen, with other trophies and my MBE, in a burglary at my house near Newmarket in 2006.

The unending quest that drives you on...Winning the next race. You can never get enough of winning.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...Wake at home with my wife Catherine and our five kids. A seafood platter lunch at Deauville in Normandy. The afternoon on the beach at Dubai’s Burj Al Arab hotel, relaxing with just my wife. In the evening, I’d meet all the family and some friends in beautiful, unspoilt Sant’Anna Arresi in Sardinia.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Chocolate, which is bad for my weight – ideally 8st 4lb for racing. With five kids, it’s everywhere and I can’t resist a Kinder egg.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Life And Times Of Fred Archer. Fred was the best English jockey of the late 19th century. He won 2,748 races but shot himself when he was 29, apparently because of his constant  battle with his weight.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d sit on a deckchair on Copacabana Beach in Rio. There are more beautiful tits and asses there on beautiful women than anywhere else in the world.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...I’ve a much better lifestyle, but I’m more spoilt.

The film you can watch time and time again...

Gladiator. Every time I watch it with my 11-year-old son, Leo, we both cry. I’m quite soft and always cry when people win at sport.

The person who has influenced you most...My father Gianfranco. He was the guv’nor jockey of Italian racing when I was growing up in Milan and an incredible example. He had the strength to send me to England alone when I was just 14 to become a jockey.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Julius Caesar. I’d want to know what drove him to be so power-mad.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...

Be honest and stick to what you’re good at and you’ll go far.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Apart from fast horses, I love fast cars. I’ve had four Ferraris and I’m thinking about buying a new convertible. My mind is free of all worries when I’m driving a fast car.

The prized possession you value above all others...My father’s white-gold Piaget watch from the 1960s. He only wore it on very special occasions and when I was ten he said he’d give it to me if I won the Epsom Derby. When Iwon in 2007, he got it engraved and gave it to me. But I’ve never worn it. It’s strange, but that watch was so big in my life that I’m scared to wear it.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Getting caught with cocaine in 1993. I was on all the front pages and put my family through hell. I was cocky and had too much too soon. It made me grow up.

The poem that touches your soul...I don’t read poetry. I don’t understand it!

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People think I’m carefree because I’m always smiling, but underneath it all I lead a very organised, disciplined life.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The plane crash on 1 June 2000 when I came so close to death. [The light aircraft carrying Frankie crashed on take-off at Newmarket Racecourse, and pilot Patrick Mackey died.] It was so traumatic that I wasn’t right for two years. In some ways it made me emotionally harder. I don’t get upset about little things and I surround myself with positive people.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d steal Sheikh Mohammed’s superyacht, called Dubai. It’s more than 500ft long and cost about £200m. I haven’t been on it, but I’ve seen it and it’s a monster.

The song that means most to you...Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper. It was playing when I had my first kiss, with a Swedish girl I met at the disco at Butlins in Bognor Regis. I was 12 and on holiday with 20 other Italian kids.  I thought I was in love. It was lust! The happiest moment you will cherish forever...My wedding in 1997. There’s nothing better than a huge party with the woman you love and all your family and friends. Ronnie Wood played Amazing Grace on a guitar. It was so unbelievable I was in tears.

The saddest time that shook your world...The plane crash. Patrick Mackey was a very good friend, a lovely man.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’ve been trying to win the Melbourne Cup, Australia’s greatest race, for 15 years.

The philosophy underpinning your life...To always stay positive and to have peace of mind.

The order of service at your funeral...A good party; that’s what my life’s been.

The way you want to be remembered...Fun, honest and a lover of life.

The plug...Frankie rides in the Investec Derby at Epsom on 4 June (www. epsomdowns.co.uk). For details about the Qipco British Champions Series visit www.britishchampionsseries.com.

 

 

Champion Jockey Frankie Dettori

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Published: 14 May 2011

Campaigner and Sting’s wife Trudie Styler:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...An album of photos taken mostly by Sting during my first trip to Venice in 1984. It was in December with the fog rolling off the Grand Canal, and we were so happy to be on our own in the most romantic city in the world. The album was lost in a house move.

The unending quest that drives you on...Speaking up for people who would not otherwise be heard.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...I’d kidnap Sting from wherever he was on tour to watch the sunrise at Varanasi in India, followed by a walk in the Himalayas to the source of the river Ganges. Lunch at our Lake House in Wiltshire with all the kids [the couple have six children between them], dogs and cats. Paris for shopping, then Rome for bellinis at sunset, overlooking the Piazza di Spagna. We’d end up watching the Northern Lights, in the Svalbard Islands near the North Pole, and sleep by the fire at Sweden’s Ice hotel.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Checking my email every time I hear a BlackBerry ping, then feeling disappointed if it’s not mine.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance... Churchill By Himself: The Life, Times And Opinions Of Winston Churchill In His Own Words. He’s the ultimate orator and a hero of mine.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...

I’d listen to the secret conversations of the world leaders to discover their real agendas.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...I spend too much time leaving places and people. But the travel is exciting. 

The film you can watch time and time again...A Night At The Opera with The Marx Brothers. It always makes me hoot with laughter.

The person who has influenced you most...Vanessa Redgrave. I first met her when I was 17. Her courage, dignity and talent are a constant inspiration.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...William Shakespeare. I’d love to know if he really wrote all those plays.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...

‘It doesn’t matter what you do, it does matter that you are kind.’

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...All things medical. I love reading The Lancet and I’m signed up to a medical website for student doctors that sends out daily emails to test your diagnostic skills.

The prized possession you value above all others...My wedding ring. It’s an emerald ring found in a treasure chest in a sunken 15th-century Spanish galleon. It was stolen from me in the south of France, and years later the thief asked us to buy it back. The thief was known to Sting and me and we got it returned. Then last year I got home from a Bruce Springsteen concert in New York and realised the stone was missing. I went back to the venue and found it on the floor. It’s my lucky ring in every way!

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...The time I went to the bank to complain when they refused me an overdraft. As I made a scene, yesterday’s knickers fell down my trouser leg and ended up on the floor.

The poem that touches your soul...For The Fallen by Laurence Binyon. I recited it at school when I was six on the day Winston Churchill died in 1965. It’s meant more as I’ve got older.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That people think I’m something I’m not, and that I’m motivated by things that truly aren’t important to me.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Nearly drowning in the Xingu river in Brazil in 1989. I made it to shore, and the experience made me realise I had the power to take control in my life.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d dump crude oil all over the backyards of the Chevron bosses, just like they’ve done to the indigenous people of Ecuador.

The song that means most to you...If I Loved You from the musical Carousel. My mum sang it to me, Sting has sung it to me, and Hugh Jackman sang it to me at one of my birthday parties.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...When, in 1981 at the age of 26, I played the lead for the Royal Shakespeare Company in Johnny Gems’ play Naked Robots.

The saddest time that shook your world...When my mum, who had Alzheimer’s, didn’t recognise me any more. She died when she was 60 and never met her grandchildren.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you... To sing in tune, and thereby astound my entire family.

The philosophy underpinning your life...Live more, give more, forgive more.

The order of service at your funeral...The eulogy by Bob Geldof, complete with profanities no doubt, then Bring Me Sunshine as sung by Morecambe and Wise, with everybody doing their silly dance as they leave the church.

The way you want to be remembered...With love by my family and friends.

The plug...Trudie Styler’s Lake House Table ready-to-cook suppers are available in Waitrose and via Ocado.  

 

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Published: 7 May 2011

Comedy actor Adrian Edmondson:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again... A cheap acoustic guitar which my best friend Robert painted on while I was at school, including a poem by Leonard Cohen.  I ran out of cash and sold it for a fiver.  I saw a rumour on Friends Reunited that it might still exist, but the trail went cold…

The unending quest that drives you on... I just want to have fun until I die.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions... Breakfast of pancakes and maple syrup in Beaver Creek, Colorado, with Jennifer [Saunders] and my daughters – Ella, Beattie and Frey – followed by skiing on freshly groomed slopes. Teleport onto a traditional fishing boat pootling along the Amalfi coast in Italy to lunch at Positano.  Back to the real St James’ Park to watch Exeter City beat Barcelona in the Champions League, followed by an evening in my favourite pub on Dartmoor with my band, The Bad Shepherds, and close friends.  We’d play a set and be joined by David Bowie, Nick Cave and Rachel and Becky Unthank.

The temptation you wish you could resist... Beer.  I love the taste and the effect, and there’s nothing better than starting on the ale with mates a little earlier than you really should.  The trouble is it makes me the wrong size for my clothes.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance... I hold Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance in very high regard.  There are simple lessons in it, but unfortunately I rarely act on them.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day... Being recognised can be tedious, so it would be great to be able to disappear at will, but I hate the idea of knowing other people’s secrets or being a peeping Tom.  I don’t even like being shown around houses, especially people’s bedrooms. 

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...The only thing that has really changed me in life is having children.  The rest is bollocks.  I went from being selfish to being more or less selfless – a distinct improvement for me and those around me, and much more satisfying.

The film you can watch time and time again... Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday with Jacques Tati.   I first saw it as a student in Manchester and you’d think the jokes would go stale, but the gentle poignancy behind Tatti’s slightly sad longing for a disappearing world makes it so re-watchable.

 The person who has influenced you most... Johnny Rotten.  He showed me that you didn’t have to do things the way we’d been taught.  I’m still in his thrall, but I imagine he’d think I was a middle class w*****!

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint... Stan Laurel.  I still watch Laurel and Hardy on a borderline obsessive basis.  All the jokes you see on modern telly are there.  I’d ask him where he got them from and hear about his comic heroes.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Do what you want, but don’t confuse it with doing what is easiest.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity... I like "collecting" tors while walking on Dartmoor.  I have a dream of ticking them all off in a year, but there are 204, so I’d have to do a serious amount of walking.

The prized possession you value above all others...I’m not particularly into possessions because most are replaceable, but I’d be gutted if we lost our family photograph albums.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend... It’s pointless regretting stuff, but I really wish I knew more physics and chemistry.  Or, indeed, any.

The poem that touches your soul... Summoned By Bells is John Betjeman’s autobiography in verse.  It is comic, but tear jerking, and the section about boarding school really gets me – the feeling of being abandoned.  I went through the same experience and reading it is quite cathartic.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...I’ve stopped worrying about the gulf between what I am and what people think I am.  In fact, I rather enjoy it.

The event that altered the course of your life and character... Meeting Rik Mayall at Manchester University in 1975 when we were both 18.  He is a kindred spirit, a true ‘mucker’, and we have a limitless ability to amuse each other.  Back then we thought we were going to be straight actors, but suddenly became comics, which changed everything.

 

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d do a Pink Panther style heist and – being a staunch republican – I’d steal the orb and sceptre and use them as door stops in my downstairs toilet.

The song that means most to you...$1,000 Wedding. Part of our early courtship was about Jennifer introducing me to country music and this was one of those songs. We still sing it in the car – I am Gram Parsons and Jennifer is Emmylou Harris.   

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The Bad Shepherds played the Avalon stage at Glastonbury last year.  We were on top form and when we finished the reception was extraordinary.  It was like pure love and it touched all three of us.  The audience sensed that and ramped it up and we were inwardly sobbing. It was strangely glorious.

The saddest time that shook your world... I found it very hard dealing with my daughters leaving home.  I still see them a lot, but I really miss those times, especially sitting round the kitchen table after school with a mug of tea and a sticky bun, listening to them bitch about school.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you... I wish I could speak Italian, play the trumpet, finish my second novel, create the perfect sitcom, tour the world with my band, get thinner and grow hair on my head as protection against the elements.  Above all I’d like to know how to use the Leica camera I got for Christmas properly.

The philosophy that underpins your life... Cheer up you stupid tw*t!

The order of service at your funeral... Abide With Me to make them cry, Jazz Delicious Hot, Disgusting Cold by the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band to cheer them up. Six black horses and some cancan dancers.

The way you want to be remembered... ‘That bastard stole my pint!’

The Plug... The Bad Shepherds play punk songs on folk instruments and are touring this summer.  Visit www.thebadshepherds.com for details.

 

 

 

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Published: 30 April 2011

Magazine tycoon Felix Dennis:

 "I am a born-again atheist, so there isn’t going to be a funeral"

We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s publishing icon and poet Felix Dennis’s turn…

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My grandfather’s Hunter pocket watch which fell out of my jacket during a ramble in the woods. I have searched the route about 20 times since. It was around 100 years old and had huge sentimental value.

The unending quest that drives you on...This changes with the seasons of my life. In my teens, it was to sleep with more girls than the other guys at school; in my 20s it was to be a R&B singer and to change the world with hippie magazines like Oz. My 30s and 40s were about making hundreds of millions of pounds. Since my 50s it has been about planting a forest, becoming a first class poet and giving money to charity.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Why resist? For me, temptation is life and I have a gargantuan appetite for everything. A friend of mine from the clergy was dying and I asked him what he regretted and he said: ‘All the glasses of wine I chose not to drink.’

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Sylva by a 17th century writer called John Evelyn. It was the first serious book about forestry, published in 1664 by the Royal Society. I own three first editions of it.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...That’s for me to know and for you to guess. Anyway, I have never been a fan of HG Wells.

The film you can watch time and time again...I loathe and detest movies and television and don’t watch any. I do not have the time. George Lucas forced me to go to the premiere of The Empire Strikes Back because I was publishing the Star Wars magazines at the time. I hated it and was bored out of my mind.

The person who has influenced you most...My mother. She’s 93 and hates being talked about in the Press. I have always described her as a prettier version of Margaret Thatcher – but without the soft bits in Lady T’s character.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...William Shakespeare. He is my all-time literary hero. I would want to know what he was doing between the ages of 14 and 24.

These are the lost years about which we know nothing.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...‘To thine own self be true’, from Hamlet. I’ve tried to base my life on it, but wish I’d done better.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Poetics. I write traditional verse and like studying the forms of poetry, but once I mention ‘iambic pentameter’ you are already falling asleep.

The prized possession you value above all others...My collection of original drawings and wood blocks by Eric Gill, the brilliant calligrapher, letterer and sculptor. I have about 5,000 pieces, and it is the biggest private collection of its kind. I let scholars view it.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...That I did not begin writing poetry earlier. I started at 52, which was far too late.

The poem that touches your soul...John Dryden’s The Secular Masque.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...People can say what they will about me. It is literally water off a duck’s back. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s worse than that – I don’t even notice.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Growing up without a father. He left when I was two and I became the alpha male. I was the guy who got the spider out of the bath.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’ve already done it… and that is the end of that conversation! [In a 2008 interview Dennis said he killed a man by pushing him off a cliff, but later retracted the statement, saying he’d been under the influence of alcohol and medication].

The song that means most to you...One Too Many Mornings by Bob Dylan. It was playing when I first went to bed with a girl, when I was 15.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Having my poetry read by the Royal Shakespeare Company at the Swan Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon, in 2006. Then they made me get up and read Shakespeare. The audience was in tears and we got a standing ovation.

The saddest time that shook your world...The first death of a lifelong friend about 12 years ago. It shook me because it was the first intimation of mortality and I realised I was next.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...Creating the perfect sonnet or villanelle, which are my two favourite forms of poetic writing.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Be kind and, better yet, be kind secretly. People like Bob Geldof and Bono truly believe their celebrity adds to the cause – but does it?

The order of service at your funeral...I am a born-again atheist, so there isn’t going to be a funeral. I will be buried in a linen wrap in a cardboard coffin in my forest with an oak tree planted on my head. There’ll be a big rock with a poem chiselled on it and that’s it. I have left £10,000 for a knees-up.

The way you want to be remembered...As I won’t be around I can’t see that it really matters.

The Plug...How To Make Money is published by Vermilion, £8.99. Visit www.felixdennis.com

 

Felix Dennis died after a long battle against throat cancer on Sunday, 22nd June 2014. He was 67.

 

 

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Published: 23 April 2011

Today presenter James Naughtie:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...I’ve lost part of a bronze statuette of Mozart that was left to me by a piano teacher who taught me as a schoolboy. Mozart is playing the fiddle and his beautiful little bow went missing in a house move. He stands on our bedroom mantelpiece and I miss the bow every day.

The unending quest that drives you on...Organising myself. I’ll never be able to do it, but I try…

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no time-travel restrictions...A dawn walk alongside a Highland loch with our dog. Lunch in the Oyster Bar at Grand Central Station – when New York is at its maddest and most alluring. The evening in Verona for a ramshackle opera in the Roman arena, then dinner outside with some perfect wine and my wife, Ellie. Bliss.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Talking too much. Maybe it’s a lost cause, but it would be nice if, just for once, someone said to me, ‘Wow – that was quick!’

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson brings back the excitement of childhood. The story of a lost inheritance and the Jacobite wars is made for boys. A ripping yarn.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...Lurking in the Cabinet room, but I suspect it would get tedious quite quickly, so I’d flit off to Chequers in the hope of catching David Cameron and Nick Clegg playing tennis.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...I can’t talk on a bus without someone suggesting I sound like that funny guy from Today on the radio, so I have to be careful about what I say. But the ability to wake up every morning and help to write another front page is the best fun in the world.

The film you can watch time and time again...Some Like It Hot. The Lemmon-Curtis-Monroe classic which I first saw more than 40 years ago.

The person who has influenced you most...My wife, Ellie, who is my most insightful critic, and on whom I rely for so much.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Lyndon B. Johnson, to talk about the political game. The most complicated of US presidents, he was a master plotter, and his stories would be classics.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...That your own instincts are almost always right.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Bees. I keep a hive and I’ve become a little obsessed. Apart from anything else, they’re cleverer than we are.

The prized possession that you value above all others...Our new home in Edinburgh, where we hope to be spending a lot more time.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Forgetting what an old teacher told me at school: You can’t take back the spoken word. On the radio… need I say there has been the odd thing I wish I hadn’t said?! The poem that touches your soul...Hugh MacDiarmid’s The Little White Rose: ‘The rose of all the world is not for me/I want for my part/Only the little white rose of Scotland/That smells sharp and sweet – and breaks the heart.’

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That it’s possible to discern my political views by listening to Today. It isn’t.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...My first trip to America as a student in 1970 was an eye-opener and a thrill. I saw enough from a Greyhound bus to last a lifetime. It was the start of an up-and-down love affair with the States.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...Bringing down every sports governing body in the world. I can’t think of one that I wouldn’t like to be replaced.

The song that means most to you...It will have to be Morgen, one of the Four Last Songs by Richard Strauss.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Aside from my wedding and the births of my three children, it is the day I first heard the presses rolling and smelt the ink at my first newspaper, The Press And Journal in Aberdeen. I was 23 and remember it still.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my father, when I was 22 in 1973. He probably wondered what I was going to do with my life. He was a village headmaster with a profound humanity that I loved more than I could adequately tell him.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...Skiing for a week and returning without a scratch.

The philosophy that underpins your life...It’s a new day.

The order of service at your funeral...A Scottish psalm, happy hymns, a bit of the Mozart Requiem and Handel, some Donne, Bunyan and an instruction to enjoy the aftermath with gusto.

The way you want to be remembered...I’ve always liked the epitaph, ‘He didn’t do much harm.’

The Plug...Radio 4 will catch every nuance of the Royal Wedding. It’s the kind of event radio does best: words, words, words. Lovely!

 

 

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Published: 16 April 2011

Bonkbuster novelist Jackie Collins:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...

A childhood doll I left on the beach in Ilfracombe in North Devon and never saw again.It was a small naked plastic doll with crazy hair. I still miss it!

The unending quest that drives you on...A passion for creating characters and stories that keep me intrigued. I write in longhand, and my characters take me on a trip.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions...Breakfast in Bali. A walk through the Paris flea market. Lunch in Rome. Shopping in Milan. Tea at the Dorchester in London. Cocktails in Moscow. Dinner at Mr Chow in LA. Finally, a midnight swim in the pool at my LA house, which I built 20 years ago. It’s my dream home!

The temptation you wish you could resist...Saying yes to events, parties and dinners when I really want to say no. I am a true Libra in that respect. We find it very difficult to say no to anything, but, believe me, I’m trying!

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Jay Gatsby is the definitive romantic and elusive hero. I re-read the book every year.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day...I’d sit in on Barack Obama’s bedtime chat with his wife Michelle.

The way fame and fortune has changed you, for better and worse...Better is having the freedom to do whatever I want. Worse is never having the time!

The film you can watch time and time again...It’s tough to choose between Parts I and II of The Godfather, but I’d go for Part II. It’s so dark, dangerous and sexy. I notice something new every time – and Al Pacino rocks it!

The person who has influenced you most...My father Joseph. Tall, dark, handsome and a total chauvinist! He gave me an interesting take on men and the double-standard that exists to this day. I still feel that men think they can get away with anything, and women are still doing their best to catch up.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Elvis Presley. I’d like to ask why he allowed himself to throw it all away. He had everything, but ended up drugged out on a bathroom floor.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...To always be true to yourself, and to treat others the way you wish to be treated yourself.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Singing. I took singing lessons as a teenager and I could see myself as a Sade or an Amy Winehouse. Oh, and I rule at karaoke!

The prized possession you value above all others...I don’t value possessions as everything is temporary. I do love my two diamond engagement rings.One from my late husband, Oscar, the other from my late fiancé, Frank.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...My mother Elsa never saw two of my daughters or knew I was a published author. She died from breast cancer in 1962. I was only 25. She was too young, and I still miss her.

The poem that touches your soul...A poem called The Traffic Warden that my daughter, Rory, wrote about parking wardens when she was eight. It was illustrated by my other daughter, Tiffany, who was 12. So sweet.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That my books are all about sex. Yes, there is plenty of sex, but it’s the stories and characters that have enabled me to sell over 400 million books!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...I nursed two fantastic men through terminal cancer – Oscar and Frank. What I experienced made me realise how swift life can be.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d be a vigilante and get rid of child molesters and murderers for good.

The song that means most to you...What’s Going On by Marvin Gaye. Pure magic. He could sing and had such an interesting and ultimately tragic life.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...The births of my three daughters. Smart, talented, fantastic women. They make me proud. The saddest time that shook your world...The losses of Oscar and Frank.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I’d love to direct a movie of one of my books starring Angelina Jolie and George Clooney. Together they would be dynamite – sexual chemistry!

The philosophy that underpins your life...I believe in karma and I call myself a hovering Buddhist because it’s such a calm and beautiful religion.

I am extremely laid back. I guess my philosophy in life is ‘Whatever…’.

The order of service at your funeral...Fun. Photos. Great music. Fab food. A celebration of a life well lived.

The way you want to be remembered...She gave a great many people a great deal of pleasure and had no regrets.

The plug...My new bestseller, Goddess Of Vengeance, is published by Simon and Schuster, £14.99.

 

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Published: 9 April 2011

Thriller writer Wilbur Smith:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...

The Joseph Rodgers clasp knife that my grandfather gave me when I was seven. I grew up in central Africa and I watched him kill pigs with it. It was stolen from me on the school playground.

The unending quest that drives you on...Creating fiction and making it believable. To me, my characters are more real than most people I meet.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no time travel restrictions...Breakfast looking at Table Mountain from my Cape Town home, fishing for trout on the river Test at Kimbridge in Hampshire, lunch at Annabel’s club in Mayfair, clay pigeon shooting, writing, then one of my famous barbecues with some good mates. Under the covers with my wife Niso-Jon before 11pm. Bliss!

The temptation you wish you could resist...Playing chess against my computer. I know it’s a waste of time, but it’s addictive. I say it keeps my mind sharp – but the hell did I put my keys?

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Robert Graves’ I, Claudius. I am fascinated by the Caesars.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d listen to the people who look after my properties around the world discussing me.

The way fame and fortune is changing you, for better and worse...It has given me self-confidence and I can hold up my head high in any company.

Nothing bad about it.

The film you can watch time and time again...Lawrence Of Arabia. Peter O’Toole was splendid.

The person who has influenced you most...My father. He was strict, but fair, wise and brave. I saw him face down and shoot dead a charging lion when I was eight. He told the most wonderful stories.

The person from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Frederick Courteney Selous, a great British explorer of Africa in the 19th century. He died a hero aged 70, shot by a sniper in the First World War in East Africa.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Scream, puke copiously, defecate at will and break things. It will get you the attention you need.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I am a closet birdwatcher. I can identify Southern African species, but it irks me I can barely tell a jay from a blackbird in the UK.

The prized possession you value above all others...My .375 calibre rifle built by Holland & Holland to celebrate the Queen’s Silver Jubilee. It’s twice saved my life, against a lion then a buffalo.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...That my father and I could have been true friends. We were getting there. On my 50th birthday he called me an idiot for the three millionth time. I said, ‘Dad, you can’t call me that any more. I’ve proved you wrong. An  idiot doesn’t write ten best-sellers.’

He grinned, replied, ‘I guess you have’, then gave me a hug. Dad didn’t hug much. It was one of the most memorable moments in our relationship.

The poem that touches your soul...Rudyard Kipling’s If. My mother crocheted it and hung it above my bed when I was ten.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...There are people out there with an eye on my hard-earned cash who think that I am a pushover. I am not!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...The 1964 telefax from William Heinemann Publishers offering me an advance of £1,000 to publish my first novel When The Lion Feeds.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d knock off Paul Gauguin’s Hail Mary from the Metropolitan Museum of Art then hang it in my bedroom and gloat.

The song that means most to you...Like every other man over 50 it has to be My Way by Frank Sinatra. It’s the oldies’ battle hymn.

The happiest moment you will cherish for ever...The moment I clapped eyes on my little lady, Niso-Jon, the lights came on. Eleven years later, they are still burning brightly.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of my father in 1987. He was 80 and too young. I was in my mid-50s and my world changed when he died. I wept at his graveside.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...To sink a long putt on the last hole to take the British Open away from Lee Westwood.

The philosophy that underpins your life...Kipling’s If: ‘If you can meet with triumph and disaster, and treat those two imposters just the same.’

The order of service at your funeral...When I vacate this sack of old bones I won’t care what you do with it. Bury or burn it but don’t make much fuss.

The way you want to be remembered...As somebody who never did harm to anybody, until they threw the first punch. As somebody who gave pleasure to millions and had a wonderful time doing it.

The plug...Those In Peril by Wilbur Smith, Macmillan, £18.99.

 

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Published: 2 April 2011

Billionaire inventor Sir James Dyson:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My Austin Healey 100/4, which I had in 1968 when I was a student at the Royal College of Art. It was badly engineered and kept breaking down. Repairing it was my first foray into engineering.

The unending quest that drives you on...Discover, prove, test, test, test.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no time travel restrictions...Breakfast in Provence, Christmas lunch with my family and grandchildren, then tobogganing on the Cotswold hills. Building sandcastles on any sandy equatorial beach, before ending the day reading poems to grandchildren in bed.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Ginger chocolate oat bars from Waitrose.

 The book that holds an everlasting resonance...My Japanese phrase book. I used it when I went to Japan with the G-Force vacuum cleaner. Technology-savvy, they were the first to license my machine.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d sneak into Westminster and rearrange the ministerial in-trays. Engineering needs to be a bigger part of the national curriculum. A plan to save it would then be at the top of Michael Gove’s paper pile.

The way fame and fortune is changing you, for better and worse...Helping the Royal College of Art, from which I learnt so much. But I’ve now lost the anticipation of writing a cheque and wondering whether the bank manager would pay it.

The film you can watch time and time again...Flash Of Genius. In it Robert Kearns battles against the car giants of Detroit that ripped off his intermittent windscreen wiper invention.

The person who has influenced you most...The late entrepreneur and inventor Jeremy Fry. He took a punt on me and gave me my first break, building a high-speed landing craft. He taught me to stop theorising and worrying, just to get started and build prototypes. I built thousands of them. Oh, and Jeremy taught me to weld.

The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Henry VIII, for introducing the Patent system to protect inventors. If I were able to meet him I’m convinced I could help him improve the system further.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...Don’t be afraid of failure. If something doesn’t work, use what you’ve learnt to try and try again.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...Sharpening pencils using Kenneth Grange’s brilliant powered sharpener.

The prized possession you value above all others...Half a Mini. For my 60th birthday, my engineers sliced a crosssection of a Mini – engine included.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...I failed to safeguard my  Ballbarrow idea – I gave the rights to a company I didn’t control. I now protect Dyson inventions vigorously.

The poem that touches your soul...Eric Idle’s Ants In Their Pants, about the sex life of ants, makes me smile: ‘How does the ant get it on?’ Now that’s curiosity!

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m a businessman. God forbid. I’m far happier in a laboratory or workshop, pulling things apart.

The event that altered the course of your life and character...When I was 17, I visited a handlebar-moustached careers advisor at school. He told me to be an estate agent. I’ve avoided ‘experts’ ever since.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d use a JCB to drive off with counterfeit products. Copycats and ripping off intellectual property is quite simply theft.

The song that means most to you...Bob Dylan’s Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right. I have to think about things a thousand times – 5,127 times to get the vacuum cleaner right.

The happiest moment you will cherish forever...Aside from anything family-related, the first time I heard someone recommend a Dyson machine – to me. The saddest time that shook your world...The loss of my parents. I was nine when my father Alec died. He was only 40. My mother Mary died aged 55. They were both academics who painted. My father made things in a workshop, taught classics, produced and wrote plays, sailed, played rugby and hockey. He was a real polymath with an enthusiasm for everything.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...The school I wanted to build in Bath. The last government asked me to build it and then laid obstacle after obstacle. One day!

The philosophy that underpins your life...We owe it to future generations to leave the world in a better state than how we found it.

The order of service at your funeral...Strip body. Remove wiring. Separate components. Recycle.

The way you want to be remembered...As a champion of the prosaic.

The Plug...The James Dyson Award for inventions is open for entries from 5 April. www.jamesdysonaward.org

 

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Published: 26 March 2011

Virgin tycoon Sir Richard Branson:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...You mean, apart from losing my virginity?! I am unbelievably lucky I’ve still got both my parents, my beautiful wife of 30 years and two fantastic kids. At the ripe old age of 60, I still have all my treasured items.

The unending quest that drives you on...To keep learning

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no time travel restrictions...For the first 12 hours I would travel back to the age of the great explorers and hitch a ride with Sir Walter Raleigh. For the remaining 12 hours I would travel into the future and have a nose around the Apple offices and pinch a few ideas!

The temptation you wish you could resist...I’ve never been very good at resisting temptation.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...Tim Flannery’s The Weather Makers. This groundbreaking book explains the implications of global climate change and what we can do to avoid a catastrophe that will affect the survival of all life on Earth. Our fate is in our hands. Read it!

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...Think I’ll keep this answer to myself.

The way fame and fortune is changing you, for better and worse...I genuinely don’t think it’s changed me at all. I’m an entrepreneur and have become well known because I have needed to make my businesses well known, without the ad-spend of my competitors. It was necessity, rather than a desire to be famous, that put me in front of cameras.

The film you can watch time and time again...The Hangover. I watch a lot of films on aeroplane seatback screens. Sometimes it’s just good to kick back and laugh out loud at something silly – but I’m not sure it goes down too well with my fellow passengers.

The person who has influenced you most...I would have to have two: my wonderful parents. They have been hugely influential and supportive and a constant sounding board in my life.

The person from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Gandhi – obviously, it would have to be a vegetarian pie and a nonalcoholic pint! With everything going on in the world today it would be fascinating to hear his views on peaceful mass protests and to ask him how he would have used Twitter, if he’d had it, to help his cause.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...For every wonderful thing you receive in life, give something back.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I love doing magic tricks. I drive my friends and family mad with them. My favourite is the disappearing wrist watch – I’ve raised a few pounds for charity doing it.

The prized possession you value above all others...My own piece of paradise, Necker Island. I am so fortunate to call this beautiful jewel in the Caribbean my home.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Life always holds regrets. I’m sure most people wish we had said sorry more, when it’s really mattered, to the person or people we’ve hurt, whether that hurt be big or small.

The poem that touches your soul...There once was a young woman from Nantucket

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m 60 years old – everyone who knows me knows that I’m still really a teenager!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...In the summer of 2006 I met with Al Gore and we talked about the effects of climate change and how humans are destroying the planet. This had a profound effect on my outlook towards how we leave our planet for our children.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...Like I would tell you! OK then, I’d steal British Airways’ slots at Heathrow.

The song that means most to you...Well, it’s an album – Mike Oldfield’s Tubular Bells. The rest is history.

The happiest moment you will cherish for ever...Simple: becoming a father. Now I just need Holly or Sam to get a move on and make me a grandfather.

The saddest time that shook your world...The loss of my dear friend Steve Fossett. We had a wonderful bond and shared many great adventures.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you... It’s got to be space travel at affordable prices, but I’m on the case at Virgin Galactic. It’ll take a decade or two to bring prices down to a level that the majority of people will be able to afford but I believe this will be possible in our lifetime.

The philosophy that underpins your life...We owe it to future generations to leave the world in a better state than how we found it.

The order of service at your funeral...The bar is open!

The way you want to be remembered...As someone who tried (and hopefully succeeded) to make a positive difference to the world.

The plug...The grass-roots charities that work with our foundation. Check out www.virginunite.com.

 

 

Virgin Tycoon Sir Richard Branson

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Published: 19 March 2011

Burger King frontman Piers Morgan:

The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again...My whole cricket autograph collection got stolen one day at The Oval when I was 15. It took me years to amass and still breaks my heart every time I think of the moment I knew it was gone.

The unending quest that drives you on...A terror of being bored.

The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no time travel restrictions...Right now, I’d fly my three sons to New York and watch them laugh, argue, compete, eat, drink, fight, play and torment their father together.

The temptation you wish you could resist...Feuding with Alan Sugar on Twitter. I know it’s a ridiculous waste of time, but I enjoy it too much to stop.

The book that holds an everlasting resonance...An Evil Cradling by Brian Keenan. After reading this extraordinarily brave, spirited man’s searing account of surviving five years in captivity in Lebanon, I vowed to avoid feeling sorry for myself again.

The priority activity if you were the Invisible Man for a day...I’d stand in Scarlett Johansson’s shower cubicle.

The way fame and fortune is changing you, for better and worse...Better: I don’t have time to waste with boring dullards. Worse: I don’t have time to be the father or friend I’d really like to be.

The film you can watch time and time again...Rocky. It never fails to lift my spirits when I’m down.

The person who has influenced you most...My mother. She’s the strongest, wisest, kindest, most generous person I know.

The person from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint...Winston Churchill, the greatest personification of Britishness there has ever been. I’d like to light his cigar and thank him.

The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child...It would be the same as the words my dad gave me: Always be nice to policemen, and always drink the best French wine you can afford.

The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity...I like to collect personalised memorabilia from famous people. My latest acquisition is Charlie Sheen’s negative drug test result with ‘To Piers, let’s get hammered, love Charlie’ scrawled on it.

The prized possession you value above all others...My uncle Jeremy, a Catholic army deacon, gave me a rosary bead after I was fired from the Daily Mirror that I keep in my wallet. It seems to have worked pretty well so far.

The unqualified regret you wish you could amend...Charging recklessly down the wicket when I was on 96 in an East Sussex League cricket match, and getting out four runs short of what would have been my only league century. My sons were waiting to record my moment of glory, and instead had to greet me at the pavilion with the words: ‘Dad, why the hell did you do that?’

The poem that touches your soul...Your Laughter by Pablo Neruda. I used it to woo my wife, who has a great laugh.

The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase...That I’m as arrogant as everyone thinks. It’s just a self-protective veneer. Honest, guv!

The event that altered the course of your life and character...Coming home in tears of boredom from the Lloyd’s insurance market in London, where I was a clerk for nine months at 19. I told my mother I couldn’t do another moment, so she fought to get me onto a journalism course at Harlow College and my career was launched.

The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it...I’d kidnap Manchester United forward Dimitar Berbatov until the end of the season, so Arsenal could steal the Premiership.

The song that means most to you...My Way by Frank Sinatra. It’s been the template for my life and career – don’t be a lemming, be an individual.

The happiest moment you will cherish for ever...My wedding day last June was pretty perfect in every way.

The saddest time that shook your world...The death of one of my best friends, Will Page, in a cycling accident before he was 30. It made me realise that life can be cruelly short, and has to be enjoyed to the full.

The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you...I have a really weird hankering to be a movie star. Preferably in a film that involves torrid love scenes with Eva Mendes.

The philosophy that underpins your life...In the words of a postcard my mother once sent me, depicting a hippo flying with a flock of seagulls, ‘Ambition knows no bounds’.

The order of service at your funeral...I’d like to be carried in to the Test Match Special theme tune and out to Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life. With maybe an address by my former boss Kelvin MacKenzie, mocking my entire life and career.

The way you want to be remembered...As an agent provocateur who didn’t take himself nearly as seriously as everyone else wanted him to.

Piers Morgan Tonight airs weekdays live on CNN at 2am and is repeated at 8pm the following day.

 

Burger King Frontman Piers Pughe-Morgan

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Mighty Aphrodite – Cyprus, Daily Mirror

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I realise there has been much anticipation for the unveiling of my first ever work of art on canvas since I mentioned an original piece was indeed in creation. Now the time is upon us. Steady. May I welcome to the world what is provisionally called “Canvas One”.

This could be one of those moments that is fondly referred to in art history in, say, 100 years time. Then again, it may not.

Many people (as in, none) have asked me about my inspiration for this piece. They have likened it to a piece of fearless satire in a post-modernists style and one that is bound to be imitated.

The work simply unfolded effortlessly in my mind And now that it is done and I can step back, I realise one thing is clear: I have painted a bloody flag.

Welcome: Canvas One!

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January 30, 2009

It was remiss of me not to note a particularly inspiring evening recently (15th January).

Fresh from Bob Warren’s funeral – with a crackling vintage recording of Tiptoe Through the Tulips, which was played at his commendation, still making me smile – I alighted alone at the Donmar Warehouse for an evening with T.S Eliot. Death and Eliot are comfortable companions.

I was there to hear a reading of Eliot’s Four Quartets. Eliot’s poetry has been an enduring presence in my life since studying some of his key pieces at A-Level. Four Quartets are timeless, multi-layered masterpieces; lyrically mesmerising, endlessly challenging and, it has to be said, quite beautifully bewildering. Little Gidding is my favourite. A section of it is framed on my desk and a small pencil portrait of Eliot by Wyndham Lewis is white-tacked to the wall.

I have not been to a poetry recital this side of my functioning memory and I have never heard Four Quartets, so this was quite a treat. It was recited by Stephen Dillane as part of the Donmar’s Eliot festival. Where else could one find such a festival than at the courageous, broad thinking Donmar? I applaud Michael Grandage’s versatility and vision for the Donmar in general and in particular for this programme.

Dillane’s recital was skilled and accomplished. To recite all four parts of this lengthy and complex poem is nothing short of remarkable. He gave a beguiling performance, although I have to say it lacked something for me. It is hard to isolate exactly what that something was. He certainly brought the poem to life and it illuminated several parts to me, even though I have read it all many times. I guess one of the obstacles is that I have only ever heard Eliot’s recorded reading, or listened to my own internal voice. It is a bit like the experience of watching the film of a book that is special to you. It is impossible for the images to live up to your imagination. How on earth could Dillane reflect or replace the images from a hundred readings? Also, I attach more melancholy to the piece than his portrayal provided and I have always associated it with an older voice. He was quizzical and frivolous in places where I see nothing short of despair. Still, I thoroughly enjoyed his work and respect his achievement.

The evening was closed with a stunning performance of Beethoven’s opus 132 by a string quartet of the Soloists of the Philharmonia Orchestra. With fitting drama and atmosphere, they were lit by just a single bulb from an overhead light. I marvelled at the exuberance and obvious joy with which they played and I was especially taken by David Cohen’s performance on cello, not least by him performing in stockinged feet with his boots by the spike. Very cool.

So, a reading of Eliot’s finest work accompanied by a Beethoven piece to make your bones tingle. Probably one of the best ways to wind down after a funeral.

Only at the Donmar. Bravo.

Four Quartets, Donmar Warehouse

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January 23, 2009

For professional reasons, I have recently been plugging into the oeuvre of TV “investigative journalist” Jacques Peretti and I admit I am totally astonished at the projection his documentaries are afforded by Channel 4.

He seems a nice enough fellow and clearly sincere, but he is somewhat deluded by the seriousness and revelatory value of his “investigations”. At best, they are gossamer thin and reliant on twice-removed sources linked together by a droning monolgue of half-baked, pub-style pontification. Jacques reckons he is cerebrally unraveling his subjects. He is not. As Ally Ross, TV critic of The Sun, brilliantly put it a while back – “Jacques Peretti is the Zen Buddhist of stating the bleeding obvious”.

I had to chuckle last night when I saw Jacques and his hairy arms on yet another plane – LA, New York, Bahamas – to track down yet another nobody who sort of knew Dodi Fayed in a nightclub. His “sources” at best are washed up rent-a-quotes who might be worth chatting to if they popped into the Soho edit suite for ten minutes. But the Bahamas for two minutes of nonsense with Johnny Gold? (Actually, I just looked out the window and now realise – if you’ve got the budget and the suntan lotion, it makes total sense.)

The repetition of the stills photos (Diana on the Jonikal) and archive footage (Dodi getting into a Ford Estate, close up of the cameraman in the reflection of the car window) was nothing short of laughable. But it is Jacques’ Mogadon delivery that takes the forehead slapping biscuit. It is as if by talking ever-so-s-l-o-w-l-y with a dense voice will give veracity and weight to his balsa revelations. It d-o-e-s n-o-t, J-a-c-q-u-e-s.

The Artist dipped in for a few minutes and witnessed Jacques’ interview in the back of a limo with some nobody who vaguely knew Dodi for a bit. In one sweeping statement, based on nothing, Jacques said that Dodi got through a kilo of cocaine a week which “would take some doing”. Before walking straight back out, the Artist observed: “He could do with a kilo of coke to liven him up.”

There is a term in the newspaper business for what Jacques does: cuts jobs. Knit together old material, add archive photos to make it look fancy, bung it all under a new headline and hope no one notices. In an hour long TV doc, there is no hiding place and the holes are too glaring to miss. How can a cuts job be worth an hour on Channel 4? And on such well visited subjects as Dodi Fayed, Paul Burrell, Michael Barrymore? Every person Jacques “investigates” can be easily filed under another journalistic term for subjects no longer of interest: “Those we used to love.”

There’s a fun documentary skit to be done on Jacques. I can even visualise the opening wide shot following the great man going about his “investigative” duties in a cuttings library. A dull, slow voice over begins to tell the story:

“This is Jacques Peretti. Who is he? What drives him? Where did he come from? What issues does he have? etc etc…”

Cut to a row of people on a sofa snoring – ZZZzzzzzzzz.

Jacques Peretti, I Don’t Know What Happened, Channel 4

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May 28, 2008

And, so, to Fountain Studios in Wembley for a seat behind the judges at a live semi-final of Britain’s Got Talent. What an extraordinary experience.

I have dipped into the series since a night of undiluted hilarity at the auditions in Hackney, so the thought of some more live action was an easy lure.

A glass of pink champagne backstage got me in the mood for Simon, Piers and Amanda, and, boy, do you need some happy fuel to attend these shows; the crew get you clapping and on your feet constantly like demented performing seals to generate the feel-good vibe. It is an exhausting two hours which leaves you with raw hands and arthritic knees. But it is worth the effort.

Love it or hate it, BGT is one weird whirl of high purity entertainment – good and bad. It makes you cringe, laugh, cheer, boo and cry all in one fatal dose. You sink at the sight of some of the acts – the clueless Indian magician, that troop of a hundred hopeless dancers, the bin bashers, and Christine Hamilton going for it in the finale of You Raise Me Up. But then you are up-lifted by the endearing, untarnished talent of the chorister – you know, the boy with bad white heads. His Tears In Heaven made me water a bit.

You can’t help but get caught up in it all when you are there. When the agonising moment came for Cowell to cast the deciding vote between Flava and The Cheeky Monkeys, I found myself shouting out loud.

My head knew it should be Flava – the half-baked dance act with “street” kids who want to make something of themselves – but my heart wanted the two cute little blonde kids who, let’s be honest, are too bloody young to be appearing in an event of this scale. Their act makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. In fact, so uncomfortable, that I shouted out their name to help Cowell decide. I was so near to him that I seriously think my shout – and a few others – helped swing it. I was like a parent at a pantomime who had sunk one too many sweet sherries in the interval. Really, I should be ashamed of myself.

Britian’s Got Talent – Semi Finals Live

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February 06, 2008

It is not often that I wake up chuckling into the pillow through a throat made sore by a night of intense, stomach crunching laughter. It is also not often that I burn the toast because my mind is happily distracted by turning over the events of the previous evening. But, then, I had never been to see the auditions for ITV’s ‘Britain’s Got Talent’.

Last night, The Artist and I and a friend sat riveted and contorted through what was probably the funniest, most entertaining – and often excruciating – three hours I have had in, erm, a few decades. We ventured to the Hackney Empire under the invitation of Piers Morgan, an old friend who is now, bizzarely, a bona fide TV star on both sides of the Atlantic.

I must be one of the few people in the land not to have seen one minute of BGT. I was abroad throughout its UK arrival last summer, so I came to it cold last night. And what a delightful, emotionally oscillating shock.

Unfortunately, the poor acoustics meant we could hardly hear Morgan or Amanda Holden’s comments (maybe was a blessing), but Cowell was just a few feet away and he delivered some gems.

We sat through talking and counting (and crapping) parrots, hopeless magicians, tragic clowns (Cowell: “I am allergic to clowns”), overweight teenage Irish dancers in plastic tiaras and frizz wigs, and a fat mum in a vest dancing like Britney Spears who pitched for the sympathy vote with, “I’m doing this for my kids… one of them is disabled”.

Then there was the toe curling embarrassment of “Gunther the Geordie Porn Star” in leopard print briefs practising his pelvic action; Julie, a 41-year-old Southampton Council worker, singing Madonna’s Holiday in overly tight glittered Lycra (Cowell: “You’re like a drunk on a hen night”); and a Norwegian cleaner living in the UK “for time being” (he’s been he eight YEARS) who mimed the effects of being in a storm with a red umbrella.

There were very few genuine acts of talent on what proved to be one of the most fruitless auditions in six weeks of trawling the UK. And Hackney provided the most hostile and cynical of audiences seen by the BGT crew to date. Much has been made in the news recently of the dangers of walking Hackney’s streets at night. Well, I can assure you that its foul-mouthed youth are not to be recommended as companions in the theatre either.

A trainee lawyer dancing like Michael Jackson stole the show and easily made it through to the next round, but I won’t give away the comic brilliance of his act.

I chatted to Cowell and Morgan backstage afterwards. Both looked a touch exhausted and exasperated with the draining demands of the BGT auditions juggernaut. Cowell said that he was running out of things to say to these people, but I beg to differ. The line of the night was all his and it was this one which had me chuckling again in today’s reverie.

It came when a man of 84 called William humbly took to the stage to play Edelweiss on the harmonica. He quietly, but proudly, said he had been playing for 60 years. He then proceeded to silence the baying Empire mob with the dullest, most pedestrian performance in history. There was a very real stench of sympathy and awkwardness. 60 years, for that?

With profound and deadening understatement Cowell looked at him unsmilingly and said: “I think you could do with a little bit more practice.”

Priceless.

Britain’s Got Talent Auditions, Hackney Empire

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Thursday, April 10, 2008

Daft really, to reach out like this, but I have just tuned into one of my favourite events on the sporting calendar – the Masters golf from Augusta – and I am irate enough to react with an angry blog. I had forgotten who is the host these days. Gary bloody Lineker.

Quite simply, he does NOT fit this event.

I felt it in my gut last year. I even reached for the blog back then. There has been much press about Midlands accents of late. Well, I for one don’t want one talking me through this golf tournament. Every time he says “Masstas” I want to club him. I can’t be alone.

Thankfully, I will be on holiday tomorrow and will miss the Masters this year. The only consolation is that I won’t have to watch Lineker at the helm.

Steve Rider get yer bouffant back ‘ere.

Gary Lineker, The Masstas, BBC1

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February 05, 2007

Louis Theroux has been away from TV for a while. I’ve not missed him. He kicked off his new series of BBC2 documentaries with a trip to Las Vegas last night and the publicity suckered me in. After a long break from TV, with the whole world and its nutcases at the mercy of his lens, he goes there. Genius producing. Can you imagine the planning meetings that went into that? Series Producer: “Hey, the Hilton are offering us a freebie to Vegas for a few on-screen plugs, let’s go, do the strip see some strippers.” Louis: “Errrm. Yeah. Well. Hmmm. Yeah.”

But, hey, no matter the jam-packed travel library in existence on Vegas – all made possible with contra-deal kick backs – it is so full of madness and characters that any hack with a camcorder and a decent eye for a story should come up with some entertaining footage and interviews. But not Louis. He couldn’t interview a Martian and get a story if one tugged on his baggy sweater.

For this show, Louis followed a few hapless gamblers and showed them to be hopeless losers. Gosh, sad gamblers found in Vegas, they lose money. I was staggered. Then Louis played the tables himself – twice. Original, imaginative. In terms of creativity, this show was tantamount to going on a junket to Vegas and staying at the airport to play the first 25 cent slot machine you see, then coming home.

If this loser of a show was the lead doc in the series, I doubt I will gamble any more time on Louis. He has no basic sense of how to ask questions or develop an interview with any depth. And once you are bored of his limp, whimpering delivery, and over-played laid back approach – if indeed you ever liked it – there is nowhere to go. I’ve always felt he was over-rated.

Louise Theroux in Las Vegas, BBC2

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February 14, 2007

I stand accused of wasting an hour and a half of my life last night watching BBC2’s The Verdict. I hang my head in shame and plead guilty and ask for countless other similar telly violations of my freedom to be taken into consideration. My sentence? To watch the remaining episodes of this absurdly enjoyable tripe.

I missed the opening up of this “case”, so I’m slightly off the pace, but that hasn’t hindered me from easing into the role of a hang ’em high judge and jury. In fact, I couldn’t give a bowl of salty porridge about the blokes in the dock, or the weepers in witess box. No, naturally, I’m judging all the celebrities. They’re all in the dock here, of course that’s what this is about – it’s a reality show with a stocking over its grubby little face as a disguise. And I know for certain they are all GUILTY.

Yep, guilty, I say. First up is chuffing Ingrid Tarrant. She is guilty of suddenly making me feel empathy with Chris for going AWOL in his marriage. Next is Jennifer Wotshername-like for giving further incontrovertible evidence – recently displayed by Danielle Windyarse-like from CBB – that the scouse accent is the most tikcth (sic: thick) sounding and irritating in Britain. Then there is the ex-soap Ginga, up on charges of continuing to impersonate a bad EastEnders character. Her claim that she is just a Patsy is inadmissable.

Then there’s the bloke from Blur – Alex James – who looks like he is a few glugs away from rehab’. (Apologies if he is actually in recovery). I interviewed Collymore and Archer last year, so I know their form. Therefore, I convict them both without a pause for breath. Well, let’s face it, Collymore is always upto no good and Archer is always guilty. Who have I missed? Oh, yes, Jacqueline Gold. She is so quiet I think she must have been winded by sitting on an oversize Rampant Rabbit. Then we have old rubber nose, bloaty-face Michael Portillo. He is guilty of making me think that he is actually half-sensible, such is the company he keeps. There are a few others who are simply guilty of table manners affray and for consuming stolen goods – champagne and lorry-loads of food – all proven to be owned by hard-up Licence Payers.

But the main culprit in The Verdict so far is Megaman – or MegaChippyMan. He is exercising his right to remain silent with a violent stare. He has brought a stack of pre-conceived ideas, personal issues and prejudices into the jury room and dat ain’t allowed, man. His main crime, however, is being caught in possession of an over-loaded, dangerous wardrobe, including diamonte studded CK sunglasses worn with no sense of embarrassment in a darkened dining room. He stands accused of using this wardrobe with malicious intent to pass off as a successful gangsta rapper.

Everyone in this show keeps saying – “You’ve got to go on the EVIDENCE”. Well, I’ve seen enough, yer Crusty Old Honour.

Take ’em all down.

The Verdict, BBC2

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And, so, to the art world and last night’s private view for Marcel Dzama’s new work at Timothy Taylor’s gallery in Mayfair. Waiters in black Zorro masks greeted me with a choice between a bottle of Peroni and a glass of chilled Petit Chablis. A brash, post-minimalist bar, but evocative and splendidly purist. It spoke to me. Still off the beer, I went for a splash of wine. Very nice, too, I thank you, Timothy, but I’ve got to say, it all went a bit downhill after that.

There’s clearly a buzz and dazzle around Dzama, what with his (group) shows at MoMA, but on the evidence of last night it is a wonder to me how this Canadian is generating such attention – and prices. Now, I’m all in favour and praise of people who express their creativity. Bravo to them. I can’t speak for Dzama’s previous work – which may well be amazing, visionary, cutting edge, it may even be good – but this show was thin, to say the least. Less than a Size 0. In fact, if you had phoned up ITV to vote for this exhibition, you would rightly claim you had been short-changed.

The work derives from a 30 minute film (art show screenings only, not yer local multiplex) Dzama made a while back called The Lotus Eaters. It includes images of characters, many in Zorro masks with black beaked noses, sitting on dead tree trunks. You know, I can barely recall a clear image this morning, such was the lasting resonance of his faces. They looked like the rejected off-cuts on a cartoonist’s studio floor.

Also on display were some furry costume heads from Dzama’s “film”. I have seen more dramatic and better constructed models made by 10 year olds with papier mache and ping-pong balls. But, here in Mayfair with beer and wine, these heads and pictures are art, and fairly expensive art at that. One gallery sales person, visibly twitching with glee, told me that most were already sold. The small, unappealing water colours were $10-15,000 a shot and one medium-size montage was $45,000. Average-to-low pricing in this genre and I would have got one or two for the hell of collecting, but I didn’t have any change on me.

The information sheet handed out last night explained Dzama’s talent and inspiration thus: “The long, dark, cold Winnipeg winters meant that Marcel spent a lot of time inside drawing a dystopian world inhabited by femmes fatale, bats, bears, cowboys and superheroes.” Hmm, I stayed in a lot drawing when it shanked down in Bromley when I was a kid. But when does childhood cartooning become art? When an art dealer tells his people, that’s when.

Now, I’ve been to countless private views in the past few years and I’ve done all the main London art shows, and, well, the whole shebang leaves me ever more puzzled. The big fairs seem to be little more than a free-drink fest, with hoards of liggers staggering around in a fug of cheap, New World chardonnay or shiraz looking with ever deteriorating eye-sight at works of questionable quality and depth, let alone basic intrigue or beauty. The contemporary art world is thriving like never before and is awash with money and product. Of course, it is not all bad, but why such continuing hype about so little?

Well, here’s a thing. I completed my first painting on canvas last weekend. It was an oddly rewarding experience, especially as it began with a definite twinge of panic and artist’s angst when I first stared at the blank canvas. I suddenly connected with all the grand Masters who had hunched over an easel before me. We were one.

But it’s not that hard, you know. A short while later I had produced a picture that is a compelling, poignant and painful depiction of personal suffering and 21st century alienation. Or, indeed, it could also be a quite colourful abstract miniature with a circle and some blocks.

I’m thinking of exhibiting my solitary picture here, then you can all decide. The price? Let’s leave that to the dealers…

Marcel Dzama: Le Review

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July 17, 2007

So, what’s a newly married man supposed to do when he gets his first night away from the new wife? Go on a heavy session with the lads and re-tread old haunts? It’s a bit soon for nostalgia for me, so last Friday I did what any self-respecting bloke without a functioning telly would do – I took a long slow walk to the Royal Albert Hall, via the Anglesea, for my first Prom.

I thought I would sample a last-minute “gallery” ticket for a fiver to listen to some quality classical music at feet tingling altitude amongst the “Prommers”. Puffing slightly, I finally arrived at the top deck of the RAH and knew immediately this is not the way I want to listen to Beethoven’s 9th, a much-loved personal favourite.

I’m all up for new experiences, me, but up there I found it infested with a hairy bunch of unkempt, bare-or-soily-sock-footed, picnic-munching,soap-swerving fuddy-duddies and trainee old-before-their-timers. It was like an airport lounge during the French air traffic controllers’ annual strike, with Prommers stretched out on chequered blankets guarding their six-inch sections of laced iron balustrade like sentries in Stalag 17. Elgar’s notes crawled up gasping from below to wrestle for ear-space with the crackle of crisp packets, the fingering of strawberries in creased plastic punnets, and embarrassed usherettes hissing at people to drink their chardonnay contraband outside. Tell me, what is the F-flat point of coming to a classical concert if all you want to do is stuff your big fat furry face? How will you ever know your arse from your oboe if you’ve got a gob full of Walkers?

I immediately regretted not buying a £35 best seat in romantic pursuit of a new experience, so I did the next best thing – I craned over a coleslaw and tomato salad box to scope the arena below for an empty seat. I spotted a cluster of six-or-so near the stage. Years of events experience has taught me that there is no such thing as a 100% sell out, even the First Night of the Proms. And, one tip, if you are ever going to jib in and risk the humiliation of being the only lemon left standing in a fully seated arena, you may as well shoot for the best of the best seats.

So, while the mob was getting stuck into dessert during the interval, I ghosted into the main auditorium and took up position in my new swivel velvet aisle seat in Row 7 – right next to the choir, behind the violins, beside the percussion man and the nervous fellow checking the position of a tiny triangle for the hundredth time. If I had been any nearer to the orchestra, I would have been taking precise instructions from the conductor. But the best thing of all, I was about 3,000ft below the fetid munchers.

And there I waited, indeed sweated, to see if anyone would claim this sensational seat. It was an anxious wait as late-comers piled in for the main event and the vacant cluster was reduced to just one single spare – mine. I have never been happier to hear the opening bars of the 9th. But, my oh my, was it worth the worry. What followed was one of my personal all-time great entertainment pieces, 70 minutes of unadulterated, goose-bumping joy. There are few things in life more inspiring and uplifting than seeing a full orchestra playing in unison.

I’ve “seen” the 9th a few times before and it always makes me cry. Not in a blubbing, hanky-soaked style, but in the simple welling up way. Such is the power of this piece live that my eyes had filled up again within a few minutes of this performance. And the aural power surge when the magnificent double choir – TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY EIGHT OF THEM! – stood up for the finale almost lifted me out of my free seat to join in. Even watching the high pressure moment when Triangle Man’s moment cometh was truly memorable. He successfully filled the Albert Hall with his little instrument and I saw the relief on his face from about four feet.

Anyway, don’t take my word for it. The piece is playing again during this Prom season. My advice: Go, see, hear it for yourself. Forget the gallery. Leave them to their dinner. Spend more, get a good last minute seat. It was the best thirty five quid I never spent.

The Proms – Beethoven’s 9th

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August 17, 2007

Wish me luck, I’m heading off on a Ryanair flight today. This is despite vowing two years ago, after a miserable journey from Pisa, never to travel with them again.

Back then, I said I would happily pay whatever extra it costs to avoid being buffeted along by the elbows and shoulders of sweating, wheezing fellow travellers, as we were herded to a shock yellow seat for the joy of flying to the appalling shrill of in-flight advertising over the Tannoy. What a way to treat your customers.

But what did it for me with Ryanair was the baggage weight charade at check-in at Pisa. My relatively minimal holiday baggage had beefed up a touch, thanks to a paltry, single case of fine Tuscan red I had sourced from a small vineyard outside Montepuliciano. To take it home, I would have to pay excess baggage which negated any previous saving. The Artist and I shuffled off and re-arranged the bags to sneakily spread the load into our hand luggage. It felt cheap and pathetic, yet while we did this, we watched several people check in without a hitch after us despite clearly having eaten their life’s quota of pizza and pasta while on holiday.

Tell me, where is the fairness in penalising passengers who might be, hmmm, on the slimmer side for carrying a few extra pounds in a bag, when Mr and Mrs Golightly are packing an added, say, ten stones between them around their midriffs and derrieres?

Well, I’m heading off on Ryanair for this weekend break because no other airline goes to this destination at anything near a reasonable rate. To avoid putting bags in the hold and to keep within the hand luggage weight, I have studied the baggage dimensions and restrictions on the Ryanair website like a swot in A-level week. God help me. Consequently, I am travelling lighter than ever in my life. Robair – no frills indeed.

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September 04, 2007

Monday night veg-out saw me tuck into a double portion of gut-churning culinary TV turkey, ‘Nigella Express’ and ‘Hell’s Kitchen’.

I had just rustled up a vegetarian shepherd’s pie, then failed to answer the closing questions on University Challenge, when up popped Nigella. At times, I wonder what onyx stone I have been living under because the entire Nigella Goddess phenomena-thingy pretty much passed me by, but suddenly here she was, in super nauseating close up, super glammed-up, and oh-so-super, super-sized in her super home.

Really, this programme had me spluttering on my lentils from start to finish. It was an unexpected, unintentional comedy gem. I found myself waiting for Nigella to suddenly double up over her spare tyre with laughter as the camera pulled back to reveal Richard Curtis, script in hand, directing a Comic Relief special. It is beyond parody.

Nigella, oh-so-busy, oh-so-stressed, hopping into a black taxi to the Waitrose in Belgravia, then back in a taxi to her hellish Eton Square home, then cooking frantically in her Mayfair restaurant-spec kitchen for her family and chums. I’m sure the stress of the taxi trips resonated with all those who struggle on the bus to the local Lidl with ten quid to feed five.

But it was Nigella’s menu that had me tickling the belly lard with mirth. Pork chops fried in oil with a double cream mustard sauce and gnocchi, or deep fried calamari with garlic mayonnaise. The gut-busting coupe de grace was Nigella coming home to twinkling Christmas lights after a liver full of champers, to curl up in bed with a couple of stale croissants baked in cream and egg. And, then, she came back for more with EXTRA cream before settling down for a late night heart attack. Hilarious. Rename this show ‘Nigella’s Express Taxi Route To Becoming A Fat Knacker’.

Another fat knacker turned up in ITV’s Hell’s Kitchen – Mark Peter White from Leeds, aka Marco Pierre White. Marco kept going on about the fact that he hadn’t been in a kitchen for seven and a half years. By the size of him, he couldn’t have been far from one. If anything, he looks like he’s spent the best part of his resting years on a park bench, or in a box on the Embankment. Marco sounds addled and looks so poorly he can only be a packet of fags or a Nigella pudding away from a defibrillator.

I presume the intention behind such a “Legend” doing this crass – and, it has to be confessed, pathetically addictive show – is to re-heat the souffle of his former glory. Well, by the sight of this opener, it ain’t gonna rise an inch. Would your taste buds get wet at the thought of Marco sweating and wheezing over your grub, his infested hair swooshing around while he man-handles it all with his grubby savaloy fingers? (I never realised just how much grease-ball chefs handle the food until these shows. Urgh).

Oddly enough, Marco didn’t come across as the beast that everyone at ITV expects, indeed insists. If anything, he seemed nervous and genuinely encouraging and avuncular to his hapless “celebrities”, rather than truly nasty like Ramsay. Maybe this genuine nicer side of him will gradually come across more and save his bacon.

But there is only one way to beef up Hell’s Kitchen and make it a dish worth serving: bring in Nigella.

Note: Since writing this blog, it has been revealed that Nigella’s home shots are a big fat porky pie and actually filmed in a studio in South London.

Nigella’s Express, Channel 4 (aka Fat Knacker Night)

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Tuesday, October 02, 2007

A simple, quick tip on a fabulous restaurant I visited last Friday: Baltic. It’s been there for about six years and already has a huge following and great reviews, but has only just beeped onto my radar. Always up to speed, me. (Apparently, AA Gill slagged it originally, but has been seen back there many times).

The theme of the restaurant is Eastern European and has the most amazing, mouthwatering original menu. If I only I could remember the names of the dishes to make your mouth water. The trouble is, the tradition at Baltic is to serve a variety of head-banging home-made vodkas throughout your meal. Slam dunk those on top of some superb Meursault, Margaux and a Brunello to boot, then you know you will have to relive the experience just to anchor it properly in your memory.

That said, the Scottish Rock Oysters (er, is Scotland near the Baltic?) were silver slick, the Siberian dumplings with veal and pork were sweet and moreish and the bleeding lamb was so tender I started stamping the ground like thumper. For the life of me I cannot remember what I had for dessert. I blame the pre-pudding strawberry vodka.

B-Baltic is a b-brilliant, b-buzzing restaurant. Go there for a b-big b-blow out. It is so good it is almost memorable.

Note: I have just noticed that Baltic has made into the Evening Standard’s restaurant critic Fay Maschler’s top 25 London restaurants in today’s (3rd Oct) paper.

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November 14, 2007

As I am sure you are beginning to make last minute arrangements for your winter or New Year holidays, can I just stop by with a couple of recommendations following a glorious trip earlier this year.

The Madikwe Lodge safari lodge in South Africa is sensational. Luxurious and beautiful private rooms are carved into the granite of the local rock formations, with heated floors and a private plunge pool. You even get a private outdoor bath and shower overlooking the bush. Well, totally private except for the elephants and lions looking on – in awe – as they drink at a nearby watering hole. The Madikwe staff are fantastic, as is the food. The game drives are terrific and we easily saw many multiples of four of the Big Five (the leopards eluded us) – thanks to our cheerful, eagle-eyed tracker Johannes. What a star – although one lion got a little too close and looked me square (meal?) in the eye. Most memorable sight, apart form the animals, has to be the Mars-red, iron rich earth. I even brought some home to create my own paint. (Exhibition to be announced soon).

Mauritius is only a four hour flight from Johannesburg and is an ideal place for a beach side crash out after an exhausting safari. I would strongly recommend the Hilton. I always expect the worst when I hear that name – an air-con, high rise, business hotel – but this one is part of the five star ‘Hilton Worldwide’ range. It is stunning and lacks the stuffiness of some of the other five star resorts. I finally cracked mono water skiing, thanks to Tom from the newly installed Mark Warner water sports centre, and I had the best acupressure massages in my life at the dedicated health spa.

Both these trips can be booked via the Virgin Holidays website or by calling: 0871 222 0307.

One last tip (plug): Virgin Upper Class to South Africa is superb. But make sure you give yourself a good two hours in the Clubhouse at Heathrow – just so you are, ahem, nicely relaxed for that strenuous flight.

Madike Hills Game Lodge, South Africa

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December 03, 2007

Many months ago I enjoyed a one night stay at Champneys Tring. If I was a politician, I guess I would have to make various declarations, or – more likely – not make any declarations, only to have The Guardian tell me later that the bill was settled by someone else.

Anyway, if you are thinking you are in need of a detox to prepare for all those Christmas parties, or indeed you are planning a New You for the New Year, then you could do worse than book a mini health farm break at one of the Champneys resorts. The facilities at the one in Tring are superb. A sumptuous spa, immaculate grounds, great massages and numerous other treatments, excellent food and the giant bed in a Premier room gave me the best sleep in months. It was wonderful to see Frank Bruno happily clocking up the miles on the treadmill in the gym, although it was something of a shock to have Cherie Blair plonk herself down near me in the chill out zone in her white toweling robe.

Champneys is on its game and I’m told that the company will soon launch a number of city “Day Spas” across the country.

There you go, just a tip to lift any winter health blues.

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December 21, 2006

Time for some serious product placement: Le Grand Hotel, Paris. Go and stay there. I spent a few nights with the Artist there recently and it was, well, magnifique. I needed to be there, as opposed to any other hotel, to do some top-up research for a book I am currently re-igniting. Certain key scenes happened there in 1914. Oh, the wilful intrigue of my vagueness.

Le Grand is a big hotel and part of the Intercontinental Hotels Group. It might not be everyone’s idea of a romantic Parisian bolthole. There are plenty of bijoux hotels in the 6th, but I always feel a bit uncomfortable in places of limited staffing – you know, when the same face pops up in different areas of the hotel, or the worn out Monsieur on the front desk knows too much about your movements. I need the freedom of anonymity you get in a big hotel to help me switch off.

If you are looking for immaculate, yet understated five star service that is devoid of stuffiness, then you will struggle to do better than Le Grand. The IHG group are currently on a mission to offer a more chilled out first class service across all their hotels. It works here already. The hotel, which is one of the oldest large hotels in Paris, had a major re-fit in 2002, so it is finely spruced throughout. Our room was luxurious and overlooked the Opera House. Recent modern additions to the hotel include a small, but perfectly adequate spa. Despite the lush re-furb, the cosmetic traditions of the hotel’s more famous older parts have been preserved. There’s the relaxing Winter Garden central atrium, the exquisite Cafe de la Paix with its ornate splendour (what a place for breakfast) and then there is the devine, gilt-mirrored oval ballroom called the Salon Opera. Take your girl for a private waltz here beneath the giant crystal chandelier. This is where Daniel Craig hosted the post-premiere party for James Bond’s Casino Royale in November, so if you’ve got two left feet she can at least close her eyes and think of him.

So, if you are considering a break in Paris, think of Le Grand. If not to stay, then maybe for a meal, or afteroon tea, or a flute of champagne. Or, indeed, a dance. Feel free to mention my name.

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November 12, 2006

Still socially gated, with the advanced stages of cabin fever taking grip, I decided to cheer myself up and get a count-my-blessings reality check by watching Channel 4’s The Somme. It was all the things you hoped for and dreaded. I’m not sure it actually taught me anything new. I’ve read a bit about WW1 over the years and dip into the war poets frequently. A few lines from them take you there with a jolt. This show was another one of those good reminders. It was moving, gruesome, at times heart-wrenching and, naturally, it made me feel lucky to be on a sofa with a slight ankle injury and an organic beer in my hand, not a rifle and trench foot with someone about to blow a whistle to signify my imminent execution.

The re-enactments were skilfully filmed and the detail of the research of the personal stories particularly, as well as the military overview itself, was admirable. Such was the detail that the programme – coming in at two hours, five minutes – seemed to last as long as the battle itself. At times, I thought I wasn’t going to make it to the end either.

A couple of observations: How can you spend all that time building up the stories of characters and then dismiss their ultimate destinies in a picture caption? Young “Cyril” was one of 27 out of 1,000 who survived in his attack zone and went on to become a “communist”. Blimey, that begged a few more pars. And Captain May asked a fellow soldier to look out for his beloved “wife and baby”. If we know that much detail, surely the researchers can tell us what happened to his good lady and child?

But the coup de grace whinge for me is this: as the credits rolled and the horrific collage swilled in my disturbed mind, the syrupy tones of the Channel 4 voice-over woman suddenly broke the dark spell. “We apologise for any bad language that featured in this programme.” WHAT! Give me fucking strength, you stupid twats. Whoever makes rules that state these pathetic apologies must be made at the end of documentaries of such power should be put up against a wall and shot.

The Somme – Channel 4

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November 07, 2006

Carina Round is from Wolverhampton and has been signed by Dave Stewart to his Interscope label. Unsurprisingly, I had never heard of her, but I’ll give a her a name-check here. You never know, it might help. Her debut album was due out in October, but has been delayed and will be out next year. She was doing a short, showcase gig at a club called Stereo, way out on West 29th Street and 10th Avenue. I’d never been that far west in the city before. I stood alongside a pop legend who I had interviewed earlier in the day – it pains me not to name drop – and about 50 others as she rattled through five numbers. I only mention this gig because I think she has something.

I am not moved to write a full review here, although I will say that she has a powerful voice and a definite stage charisma. She lead sings while playing electric guitar in a band. The style is on the rock side of pop. Plenty of noise, energy and passion. Raven-haired and in a 50’s black dress with an extravagant pink trim, Carina looks good and has an amusing knock-kneed dance style when she’s in the grip of a song. I’d probably put her down as a mix between Alanis Morissette and Bjork. A fairly potent blend. I liked her voice. It has power and versatliltiy and there’s a freshness there. I’ve dipped into the promo’ CD her “people” gave me since I’ve been back and there are some growers. There was too much noise at that mini gig to get too carried away, but I liked her. Certainly, the volume of her delivery made my swollen ankle tremble. It was like having very aggresssive ultra sound treatment.

I went on to two parties with Carina and her bass player, Smudger, after the gig. I know, such rock ‘n’ roll. In truth, the parties were average-to-shite, but Carina and I chatted like old mates. That’s showbiz for you. She’s a lively character and has a bucket load of attitude and, I think/hope, the talent to match. If nothing else, she can neck beer with the best of us. If she makes it, she’ll probably be hell for her PRs but good for the rest of us because she speaks her mind. Journos take note: even though I wasn’t working as such that night, I could tell that there is a story there in her background. You just know where there is good copy. So, if she gets a hit, at least the publicity shouldn’t be too much bother. Good luck to her.

Carina Round – Showcase Gig, NYC

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November 07, 2006

Thankfully, for this interview job (pop group Duran Duran), I was switched at the last minute from the Hell Inn in Harlem to the Grand Hyatt on Park Avenue at Grand Central. I think it was by way of an apology for the Jalfreizi Jet. Things didn’t start well.

I got out of my yellow cab, disorientated and feeling slightly sick after a brake, accelerate, honk horn, neck-jarring ride from JFK through the rush hour. The driver was straight from Central Casting’s “surly, grunting oaf” category. I sat there wondering if I had the bottle to commit the sin of sins in New York and not tip the taxi man [20% meant an extra $10. All non-recouperable]. It is easier to walk by a starving blind mother with her three maimed children on the pavement than get out of a cab without tipping, but I did indeed have the nerve and experienced what can only have been instant karma, Big Apple-style.

He dumped me about ten feet from the curb. A doorman arrived, one palm naturally wide open. I alighted, cases in hand, and stepped on an uneven tarmac patch by a manhole and immediately went over on my left ankle. I am not talking just a wobble and stagger. I mean, right over, ligament stretching over. Screeching agony over. “FUCK!” I shouted at the top of my voice, trying to maintain my balance. “FUCK!” “FUUUUUCK!” Pain ripped through me. I looked up and there were about 30 people standing on the side walk staring at me. Not one person offered to help or smiled in sympathy. Welcome. The doorman heard my accent and sensed there was no money in injured British people, so he ignored me, too.

The one upside to this injury: the agony instantly cured my toothache.

The Grand Hyatt. Not a bad hotel, in a business-travel sort of functional way. I think it has had a major refit in recent times and I’m told that Hyatts generally have upped their game. The lobby of this one is a hideous landfill of brown marble with an absurdly large water feature-cum-fountain dominating the entire atrium. The rooms are spacious and clean and the beds are vast kings with decent pillows and soft linen. The woman on the reservations desk had no idea I was now operating on one leg but, by fluke, she gave me a room for the disabled. The bathroom was a wet room, ie: no bath, just an open space beneath the shower. I was desperate for a long, soothing bath but I was in so much pain I could not face the hassle of moving. I learnt later that the tiler hadn’t bothered putting a gradient in the floor tiles because my shower flooded the bathroom. He probably got tipped well for the shoddy work though. I built a dam by rolling long white towels and immediately felt bad about the enviroment and all that extra detergent going into the oceans. It’s Room 2740 that is liable to flooding, if anyone is interested. I would hate for anyone to aquaplane out of the 27th floor in their wheelchair.

What more can I say about the Grand Hyatt: $299 per night plus taxes totalling $44.40 is pretty good value for central Manhatttan. Naturally, like all hotels, they totally fleece you for using the telephone, but the breakfasts are good [$32, plus tip – even though it is a self-service buffet. Explain that]. I could go on, but if I write any more, I’ll be looking for a little friendly bonus…

Grand Hyatt Hotel, New York

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November 07, 2006

Not a good start: my up-grade blag crashed and burned at the check in desk at Heathrow’s Terminal 3, so get yer hankies out for a tale of woe from Row 53. My blagging spiel is all adrift these days, so it was not much of a surprise. I have no one else to blame except me.

I’ve been pretty good at blagging up-grades over the years, but the gusto in my efforts has all but disappeared. Something in me has died. Before, it was a bit of fun, a challenge, and it was always worth smothering your pride for some embarrassing pleading because, when it works, there are few things sweeter than sinking into that big seat and sipping an instantly delivered glass of champagne when you know that the Unfortunates who are folding their legs in Economy are a good hour away from a cup of tap water in a foil sealed plastic cup. But these days, the whole process of asking to be up-graded is a bit too demeaning, pathetic even. My pride simply won’t be so easily swallowed. Why is this?

Let’s be honest here: I had really hoped by now that I’d be flying First Class, or at least Business, without breaking sweat. Even if I am not paying, then at least the people hiring me would reflect my worth by bumping me up front. This is not the case. So, when I begin my patter to the check in supervisor about my qualifications for a better seat, for free, I can’t help but feel a sense of failure. This is not a position of strength from which to blag and, hence, my argument withers easily. I now genuinely believe that people beyond a certain age should not go asking for up-grades. Just accept your financial short-comings and, thereby, your position in life and humbly take your uncomfortable place at the back. But please, at all times, do keep your pride and self-worth in the up-right position.

This is all rather deeply psychoanalytical, a bit deep. I’m still too new to blogging to know how far to go, so I will leave it at that and get on with the Air India review…

You know I said I had an open mind about Air India? Well, I lied. My mind was full of preconceptions and they were all proved to be correct. But, to be honest, it is too much of a wide open goal to slag off this airline. Yes, its aircraft have threadbare carpets – speckled with yesterday’s rice – torn and wonky seats and plastic trimmings that are jaundiced with age. Yes, the food is iffy and the cabin was whiffy. But you cannot hide the fact that for a last minute flight to New York, Air India offers good value. And, well, the Cobra beer was as cold as any beer I have been handed on any other airline, so that helped ease the pain and shame. It certainly soothed the tooth ache…

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I have just been kicked with a kung fu level of sadness after discovering that David Carradine has died suddenly.

As a boy growing up in Maidstone, Kent, in the 1970s, I was a big fan of his alternative crime fighting TV show. I loved his coolness and understated ability to kick seven bells out of all the baddies in one go with his bare feet and hands. I remember him breaking legs by kicking cowboys in the knee.

I would often go to sleep at night fantasising about having the ability to dish out his kind of brutal summary jurisdiction against the bullies in my little world. There was no end to the skill of my fast fists and high swinging kicks inside my imagination. I was the hardest nut in Ditton and saved all the girls from no end of distress.

In fact, now I think of it, not a lot has changed. I’m pretty sure I have gone through a few fantasy kicking moves as recently as last night – while I manifested revenge over Monday night’s burglar.

If there was ever a guardian angel to have, it would be Carradine. Book him now.

Rest in peace, Grasshopper.

R.I.P Grasshopper

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Oh, how I loathe the piece of scum who burgled our house. Forgetting the loss of treasured property, I am now on Day Two of the nightmare admin’ of cleaning up after the bastard.

I have lost track of how many phone calls I have had to make to cancel cards, organise new phones etc. Any idea how many call centre menus you have to endure to re-boot the technical essentials of life. Don’t ask me about the expense. I’ve just been told of the bill I can expect to re-programme my car alarm to make sure one of the burglar’s mates doesn’t pop by with the keys he nicked and drive off with my car. I’d far rather buy some new clothes, thanks very much. But, no, I’ve got to mop up the mess.

I’m thinking of standing for Parliament and will probably fight a campaign on a crime and order ticket for Chelsea. Top of my policies will, naturally, be to bring back the birch for all petty crimes – anti-social behaviour, vandalism etc – and double strokes for muggers and, of course, burglars.

Call me old fashioned, but I seriously think a spot of public flogging in Sloane Square would clean up the scum more quickly than non-sentences from weak, PC-driven judges, extra free money and holidays abroad paid for by the State.

Be a good fellow and pass me the black shirt.

Do bring back the birch, dear boy

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I am sickened and utterly infuriated to see the way our country is being led. Never before in my life have I felt so politically motivated than now.

We suffered years of false promises under that lying charlatan Tony Blair and now we continue to be ruled by this (unelected) conniving and hopeless lame duck of a Prime Minster in Gordon Brown. How can this be so?

Surely we are edging ever closer to a revolution? It is time the right-thinking, honest, great silent majority who make this country tick stood up and marched on Westminster to force Brown to call an election. Britain MUST be able to move on. We MUST be heard.

Forget the low life who milk the Nanny State while thieving from everyone else, or the super rich who float above all the fallout from this political mess. It is down to US. It is time for the normal, law abiding, tax paying folk to make their voice heard.

This Government is toast. And, to use the cockney slang: Gordon is brown bread.

Our Prime Minister is TOAST. Let the country move on

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NEWS FLASH: My home was burgled last night while my family and I slept upstairs.

Some jolly piece of slime, fish-hooked the front door keys through the letter box, let themselves in and filled their pockets with some of our kit. They took my wallet and cash and my treasured watch – a Breitling Premier from 1998. It was reasonably expensive – £2,000 – but had plenty of irreplaceable sentimental value. It actually cost me nothing because I won it in the Harbour Club tennis competition ten years ago. It’s the only thing I have bloody won, so how valuable is that!?

Worst still, they took my wife’s much cherished “Stalk” bag and her expensive purse – both presents for her 40th birthday last year. On top of this, they took my car keys and ransacked the car, taking the hi-fi system. They left the car. Clearly my ten year old Saab with the knackered non-convertible roof ain’t worf the bovver.

They also took our mobile phones, so if you get a few dodgy calls on your ********747 private mobile number Richard (Branson), many apologies.

If any of you get offered any of this gear down the boozer some time from some thieving scum, do give me a call. I hate these people with a vengeance, but if there were no buyers for stolen gear, they would be out of business in a heart beat.

Been burgled… watch out for my watch

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I must be getting touchy in my advancing years, but I am irked by Stephen Fry’s delight in slandering the entire journalistic profession. He calls journalists “venal and disgusting” in his hissy little tirade to Michael Crick on Newsnight.

Fry has had his bent snout in the trough of publicity for decades for the convenience of promoting his wares and journalists have helped him no end in the advancement of his success.

It would be good to see the media snap back a little and ban Fry from all interviews. His publicists would love that. If journalists are that bad, matey, why talk to them at all?

Venal interviewers should delight in banning Fry

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Freelance journalist turned solo web publisher Rob McGibbon explains why he hasn’t given up on making a living online.

Is there a living to be made from online?

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Just to let my loyal and wonderful regular readers know that this Blog is being cryogenically frozen while I attend to the busyness of life.

Adieu

I’ll be back when things begin to thaw

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It was remiss of me not to note a particularly inspiring evening recently (15th January).

Fresh from Bob Warren’s funeral – with a crackling vintage recording of Tiptoe Through the Tulips, which was played at his commendation, still making me smile – I alighted alone at the Donmar Warehouse for an evening with T.S Eliot. Death and Eliot are comfortable companions.

I was there to hear a reading of Eliot’s Four Quartets. Eliot’s poetry has been an enduring presence in my life since studying some of his key pieces at A-Level. Four Quartets are timeless, multi-layered masterpieces; lyrically mesmerising, endlessly challenging and, it has to be said, quite beautifully bewildering. Little Gidding is my favourite. A section of it is framed on my desk and a small pencil portrait of Eliot by Wyndham Lewis is white-tacked to the wall.

I have not been to a poetry recital this side of my functioning memory and I have never heard Four Quartets, so this was quite a treat. It was recited by Stephen Dillane as part of the Donmar’s Eliot festival. Where else could one find such a festival than at the courageous, broad thinking Donmar? I applaud Michael Grandage’s versatility and vision for the Donmar in general and in particular for this programme.

Dillane’s recital was skilled and accomplished. To recite all four parts of this lengthy and complex poem is nothing short of remarkable. He gave a beguiling performance, although I have to say it lacked something for me. It is hard to isolate exactly what that something was. He certainly brought the poem to life and it illuminated several parts to me, even though I have read it all many times. I guess one of the obstacles is that I have only ever heard Eliot’s recorded reading, or listened to my own internal voice. It is a bit like the experience of watching the film of a book that is special to you. It is impossible for the images to live up to your imagination. How on earth could Dillane reflect or replace the images from a hundred readings? Also, I attach more melancholy to the piece than his portrayal provided and I have always associated it with an older voice. He was quizzical and frivolous in places where I see nothing short of despair. Still, I thoroughly enjoyed his work and respect his achievement.

The evening was closed with a stunning performance of Beethoven’s opus 132 by a string quartet of the Soloists of the Philharmonia Orchestra. With fitting drama and atmosphere, they were lit by just a single bulb from an overhead light. I marvelled at the exuberance and obvious joy with which they played and I was especially taken by David Cohen’s performance on cello, not least by him performing in stockinged feet with his boots by the spike. Very cool.

So, a reading of Eliot’s finest work accompanied by a Beethoven piece to make your bones tingle. Probably one of the best ways to wind down after a funeral.

Only at the Donmar. Bravo.

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I hear that Natasha Kaplinsky will work part time as Five’s newsreader when she returns after maternity leave. Well, here’s introducing an as yet undiscovered “autocutie” to occupy the sofa for the other bulletins! (Picture courtesy of Phil Adams)

The New Spangles!

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I won’t trouble with all the pain I have endured nurturing the Access Interviews.com website, but I am delighted to celebrate its first birthday today.

To think, a year ago today the world did not have a brilliant website dedicated to the best interviews by the most skillful interviewers in the world. I am proud to say that we now have a loyal and ever growing audience, respect and avid interest from many of the main power players in the media, and some great plans in the pipeline that will take A.I onto a bigger and even more exciting level. On top of this we also have a fine sponsor in the form of the revolutionary credit card company Caxton fx. Our thanks to them.

To tie in with A.I’s first anniversary, I have written an article for the media section of today’s Independent. It was trimmed a bit, which is always annoying, so you can catch the full version here.

Also today, we have unveiled the long awaited results of the 1st Access Interviews Awards. We reveal the most popular aspects of the website throughout 2008 and poke a bit of fun at some of the leading lights of interviewing business. Best not take all this interviewing stuff too seriously, eh.

Here’s to another great year ahead for Access Interviews.com…

A.I’s 1st Birthday. Ahhh, bless

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Like countless others, I made a point of watching Jonathan Ross’s return on Friday. In a silly way, it was sort of good to see him back. That feeling didn’t last long.

Don’t get me wrong, I like Jonathan Ross. His apology was genuine and heartfelt and I was pleased to hear him he say it. Good on him, I thought, you’re a decent chap.

The twobble with Jonathan Ross is that he is a totally wubbish interviewer. For a chat show host, who gets unmatched access to the biggest names on the planet, that is a pretty serious problem.

I have thought this for years and gave up watching his show yonks ago. His puerile pursuit of a cheap gag at the expense and often embarrassment of his guests is nothing short of irritating. I have seen him throw away the chance of a good interview so often it became pointless watching. He just pisses me off.

I dipped back in on Friday and it was like a flashback up there with Life On Mars. Forget the inane chats with Fry and Evans – you know they will be crass encounters – it was his hopeless talk with Tom Cruise that did it for me. Now I know Cruise is an old pro who will only give away what he wants, but that is no excuse for babbling on over him like an idiot and asking one daft closed question after another, building up to a cross examination about his farting habits. Can Ross and his researchers, producers, and writers not come up with half a dozen decent questions for a fascinating double A-list star like Cruise. If not, then why the heck do they have the keys to this show.

Ross’s career should survive his foul mouth, no problem. But it should not survive gross incompetence at the very thing he is hired to do: interview. Give this wannabe comedian £6m for a game show and be done with it. Then get a journalist in his interviewing chair. I’ve heard enough.

Woss is wubbish at interwoowing

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For professional reasons, I have recently been plugging into the oeuvre of TV “investigative journalist” Jacques Peretti and I admit I am totally astonished at the projection his documentaries are afforded by Channel 4.

He seems a nice enough fellow and clearly sincere, but he is somewhat deluded by the seriousness and revelatory value of his “investigations”. At best, they are gossamer thin and reliant on twice-removed sources linked together by a droning monolgue of half-baked, pub-style pontification. Jacques reckons he is cerebrally unraveling his subjects. He is not. As Ally Ross, TV critic of The Sun, brilliantly put it a while back – “Jacques Peretti is the Zen Buddhist of stating the bleeding obvious”.

I had to chuckle last night when I saw Jacques and his hairy arms on yet another plane – LA, New York, Bahamas – to track down yet another nobody who sort of knew Dodi Fayed in a nightclub. His “sources” at best are washed up rent-a-quotes who might be worth chatting to if they popped into the Soho edit suite for ten minutes. But the Bahamas for two minutes of nonsense with Johnny Gold? (Actually, I just looked out the window and now realise – if you’ve got the budget and the suntan lotion, it makes total sense.)

The repetition of the stills photos (Diana on the Jonikal) and archive footage (Dodi getting into a Ford Estate, close up of the cameraman in the reflection of the car window) was nothing short of laughable. But it is Jacques’ Mogadon delivery that takes the forehead slapping biscuit. It is as if by talking ever-so-s-l-o-w-l-y with a dense voice will give veracity and weight to his balsa revelations. It d-o-e-s n-o-t, J-a-c-q-u-e-s.

The Artist dipped in for a few minutes and witnessed Jacques’ interview in the back of a limo with some nobody who vaguely knew Dodi for a bit. In one sweeping statement, based on nothing, Jacques said that Dodi got through a kilo of cocaine a week which “would take some doing”. Before walking straight back out, the Artist observed: “He could do with a kilo of coke to liven him up.”

There is a term in the newspaper business for what Jacques does: cuts jobs. Knit together old material, add archive photos to make it look fancy, bung it all under a new headline and hope no one notices. In an hour long TV doc, there is no hiding place and the holes are too glaring to miss. How can a cuts job be worth an hour on Channel 4? And on such well visited subjects as Dodi Fayed, Paul Burrell, Michael Barrymore? Every person Jacques “investigates” can be easily filed under another journalistic term for subjects no longer of interest: “Those we used to love.”

There’s a fun documentary skit to be done on Jacques. I can even visualise the opening wide shot following the great man going about his “investigative” duties in a cuttings library. A dull, slow voice over begins to tell the story:

“This is Jacques Peretti. Who is he? What drives him? Where did he come from? What issues does he have? etc etc…”

Cut to a row of people on a sofa snoring – ZZZzzzzzzzz.

Jacques Peretti: I don’t have a bloody clue what really happened, but I’ll blag my way around the world pretending I do

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I like Fiona Bruce. Like. Not love, adore, worship, fancy, etc. None of those extreme emotions flow through me, as they clearly do with so many other people, when she pops up on telly. She’s good at what she does and appears genuine, switched on and a bright TV journalist. Yes, she is attractive.

Her star is certainly rising at an astonishing speed at the moment and last night’s puff ‘The Real Alan Sugar’ was clearly a marker for more one-girl shows to come, but for the first time I found myself being quite irritated by her.

I have a feeling that she is starting to love being the star of the show a little too much. Maybe she is starting to believe in all the flattery she gets. I reckon this is a big mistake.

The Sale of the Century parodies were fine, if over-egged, and her faux flirting with Sugar is par for the course with interviewing. But she was wearing a little bit too much lip-gloss and smooching with the camera for my liking. And she was a touch too “native” when it came to nailing her subject. She was too sweet on bitter Sugar.

What did last night’s show add up to? The access Fiona enjoyed was nothing short of spectacular. She got Sugar, his entire family, closest working pals, Gordon Brown and even, for heaven’s sake, Rupert Murdoch. But what did she get? Not one single thing stood out that you hadn’t read in a cuts job on Sugar a hundred times. Fiona didn’t even get a new line worthy of a diary story.

Dearest gorgeous, lovely Fiona, dab off the lippy, tell your producers to spend less time on witty skits starring you and less time on your couture noddies and concentrate on the journalism of the job in hand. Focus on the subject. Get the questions in. Reveal something new to your viewers. Otherwise these big profiles of yours will only ever add up to a spread in a showbiz mag where people just flip through the pictures.

Remain a journalist and don’t become a fawning Luvvie. Don’t fall for it all, girl.

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I interrupt an extended blogging break to share some sad news I have just received: Bob Warren died yesterday from a short battle with cancer.

Bob was an icon of the News of the World for decades and I held a particular fondness for him because he was most encouraging to me during my earliest days on national newspapers.

I first met Bob when I was a young freelance (21) in 1987. He was the News Editor back then and he kindly tried me out on some shifts. I didn’t mess up and ended up working for him on and off for quite a while.

Bob was probably the most unlikely character you would expect to see steering through some of the nastiest gossip stories in newspaper history. He was mild mannered, gentle, kind and fair. Not the characteristics you automatically associate with a Red Top executive.

In more recent times, I only ever saw Bob at meetings of the Press Golfing Society or the News of the World’s annual golf day. I haven’t got my clubs out for a while, so the last time I saw him was summer 2007.

I heard before Christmas that he was ill and wanted to get in touch, just to pass on my best wishes. For one reason or another, I didn’t get round to it and I am angry now that I didn’t.

The least I can do here is say Thank You to him for the help and guidance in those early days. I hope your swing improves up There, Bob. You were a gentleman among rogues and it was a pleasure to have known you. R.I.P

Bob Warren R.I.P

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As you may have noticed, fatherhood has taken me away from blogging, but it was remiss of me not to at least dash by to record my son’s name (see Daily Mail article below). People have been asking.

In case you were concerned, he has not waited until now – six weeks old – to get his moniker. The Artist and I finally chose one on Day 2. He is called Joseph. Joseph Eliot McGibbon, to be precise, and I finally got around to registering it today – a few days after the deadline. Even at the crucial, final moment, my pen hovered over the form wanting to alter the middle name (or adding “Flintstone” as a last minute gag to give the wife a laugh.)

Now the long search is over, I’m not sure what all the drama was for really. It seems such a simple name. Why was it so tough? But if choosing wasn’t hard enough, we are now faced with an equally difficult, tedious job: getting people to actually call him by his name.

As much as you say your son is called Joseph, people will insist on calling him anything they fancy: Joe, Joey, Jo-Jo, or even – heaven forbid – Sephie.

I spent six months trying to sort this name thing out and all people want to do is change it. Sorry, did I fail you? Maybe I should have just left it blank. At least then you could all call him what you like, while I spend the rest of my days not having to make a decision.

Oh, and what of fatherhood, I hear you ask? Well, it is, erm, yawn, stretch, utterly amaz-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

He has a Name!

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Well, our baby was born yesterday – 20th October – at 9.42am (and 38 seconds). We have a boy. Both mother and child are doing amazingly well.

All the cliches one has ever heard about being at the birth of your child are true, so I won’t bore you by repeating them here.

So, our wonderful son is nearly a day old and, guess what, he still hasn’t got a name!

The great search continues….

m/f

News flash: About a Boy

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Following the radio gold “interview” with Alan Partridge wannabe Les ‘Hap-Les’ Ross and Hardeep Singh Kohli, I did the decent thing and put in a request to interview Les myself.

I felt that the world needed to know more about this icon of the airwaves and hear his side of his unintentionally hilarious down the line chat that is fast becoming one of the most popular links on Access Interviews.com.

Alas, Les was on air when I called BBC West Midlands yesterday, but I spoke to his programme editor Jeremy Pillock – who was just a tad touchy about the subject.

“Why do you want to interview him? Is it about the Hardeep Singh Kohli thing?”

(Oh, nooo! I just suddenly wondered: Who should I interview today? Brad Pitt? Madonna? No, my life-long dream has always been to interview my hero Hap-Les.)

“Well, yes. It would be good to hear his side. Besides, I reckon Les would be a great interview…” (I mean it. I know there is a story there…)

“No. He will not want to do it.”

“Shall we ask him anyway?”

“No. I am telling you – Les will say No. So this is his answer. No. He is sick of it all…”

Surely he means Sikh of it.

So, there you have it. The great interviewer, with the legendary “shooting all over the place” style, is not talking.

Pity. I quite liked the idea of him hanging up on me.

But there’s a scoop waiting for some demon interviewer. Hit the phones, lads.

Hap-Les says No. He’s Sikh of it.

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I popped along to Sotheby’s yesterday to see the Damien Hirst exhibition – I mean, pre-auction preview. It is well worth the visit. Works such as the spin paintings in “household gloss” don’t do it for me, but I admire Hirst’s showmanship and his courage. And some of the work is spectacular, not least the Golden Calf. I’d never seen his formaldehyde works up close and they are stunning. The sheer volume and projection of the entire exhibition is quite phenomenal. Sotheby’s had to reinforce the ceiling to accommodate the Calf. Its weight has forced me to reconsider buying this piece for my third floor guest bedroom.

By total fluke, Hirst passed by me as I left. With seize-the-moment chutzpah, I introduced myself. I have done a bit of this cold calling over the years and you can quickly get the measure of a celebrity by their reaction. Hirst offered a friendly handshake. He was pleasant and down to earth and looks you in the eye. We chatted for a few minutes. He lives a hundred yards or so from my home. “Do you fancy doing an interview some time?” I asked. “Yeah. Could do. But it would have to be through my office.” This is standard and fare enough. He produced his Blackberry and gave me his PA’s number. “Make sure you tell her we’ve spoken.” He offered me another handshake and was on his way. Decent bloke.

One item in the sale is a painting of a photo taken of Hirst with the head of a corpse during his time at Goldsmith’s art school. My guess is that this would have been around 1982-3. Tracey Emin featured this photo in her room at the RA’s Summer Exhibition. When I saw it there, it bothered me that a photo – albeit such a dramatic one – could be regarded as “art”. But it also made me wonder: Who was that man? What was his life?

When I saw the painting of the photo yesterday, I found myself wondering the same. Clearly, I will ask my new best friend Damien if we meet again, although he won’t know. Maybe someone out there can help me find the story behind The Head with Hirst…

Who’s the Head with Hirst?

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Here’s a piece I wrote for the Daily Mail on 22nd August. I suddenly realised you could read it here, or on the Mail’s website. Although they are pretty similar!


Named and shamed: trendy or fuddy-duddy, your child’s name is a life sentence. No wonder it’s such agony to choose one

How I laughed last week when I read that several names for children had become more or less extinct during the past century. The likes of Walter and Percy, Edna and Olive have all but disappeared.

This tickled me because, as a soon-to-be father for the first time, I have wilfully rejected hundreds of names for being old-fashioned, dull or just plain naff during, ooh, the past fortnight alone.

Such is the ruthless nature of the baby name game. In fact, a good name is so hard to find I’m amazed anyone gets named at all.

I realised that naming our baby would be an experience to remember when my wife, Emma, and I chanced upon a meaty paperback in a second-hand bookshop in the earliest days of the pregnancy. I groaned when I saw the cover: 40,001 Best Baby Names. Surely we had the individualism and imagination not to resort to such crass measures?

But it’s just a starting point, it will give us some ideas, said Emma. Forty thousand and one – a starting point? I nearly passed out.

I accepted the book’s purchase – for a princely £1 – on the condition it was not opened until this baby was definitely happening. I did not want to jinx anything.

Sure enough, the name game began after the 12-week scan, during which I had unwittingly doubled our workload by insisting on us not knowing the sex.

It is the one time in life, I concluded, that you can actively choose to be surprised. Yup, and it will come as no surprise that you also get to spend countless hours searching for a name that will never be used – unless you really want to call your son Amber.

The naming started at a gentle pace with occasional suggestions arising at random moments. A silence during a car journey: ‘What about Myrtle?’ ‘Er, no. Myrtle-the-Turtle. She’ll never live it down.’

Or, out of the darkness during a sleepless night: ‘How about Ernest?’

‘What? Er, no. Hemingway. And Ernie – the Fastest Milkman.’

‘Orson?’ ‘No. Welles. Goodnight.’ Soon, the big book came out, and thinking up names became something of an obsession in our lives. Not an unpleasant one, it has to be said, because we do have fun with it. But it’s fair to say that I have not been participating quite so enthusiastically of late.

The romantic in me wants to stumble upon a name in a cosmic moment – like when I look into my baby’s eyes – and find that it fits (‘Oh, hello – Sharon’).

But I suppose we have to be a bit prepared, so I go with the flow while Emma calls out names. She puts them up and I knock ’em down. I have become the resident Mr Negative.

In fact, I have been amazed to discover what strongly adverse feelings I have towards so many names. Some are like invisible pressure points that release a residue of buried memories.

James – no, he was a nasty snitch at school. Allegra – an ex-girlfriend (although, obviously, I’ve changed that name and of course I didn’t reveal the real reason when it was initially floated).

Entire lists of names are instantly ruled out because they are friends, or the names of their children. Leaving parenthood as late as me, aged 43, you find that great chunks of the Best Baby Names book have already been annexed.

And it is alarming quite what a subtle impact celebrity culture has on your selection, too.

Louis? God no, Louis Walsh. Vincent? Van Gogh – great, although a bit sad, but it’ll get shortened to Vinnie. Vinnie Jones. Enough said.

Jude? Jude Law. Cameron? Diaz, or worse, David. The association list is miserably endless.

Even if you dismiss all the preconceived ideas as hogwash, the baby book also gives the meanings of names, which presents yet another trap. We could probably live with Jude except that it means ‘patron saint of lost causes’. Er, no thanks.

While we were watching television one night, I finally realised I had to up my tempo in this game. Emma was diligently plucking out names from the 40,001 bible like a bingo caller. ‘Claude?’

‘No, too French.’ ‘Xavier?’ ‘Even more French. Non!’ ‘How about Martha? Or Constance – that means loyal?’

‘Hmm. Short-listers, definitely.’ I could watch TV while editing scores of names. I was multi-tasking effortlessly and knew I could get this list down to 200 before delivery day. I do love a deadline.

‘Isaac?’ ‘Er, no. Bit too biblical.’ ‘Job?’ ‘Blimey, no. Same problem.’ Then silence. Phew, the name game was over for another night.

‘Rob – have you got ANY suggestions?’

I paused. ‘Umm. How about – Radiator? I’m sure we’ll warm to it.’ The book hit the floor with a heavy, defeated thud.

Since then, I have been more productive, but we are still alarmingly thin on the ground.

Anyway, what is it we are looking for? We are agreed that we want something that feels original, a bit rare, but not so out there – Apple, for example – that it will make us, or our darling little one, sound a bit daft. And the last thing I want to be is a pretentious Try-Hard.

A name with a worthwhile meaning would be a bonus, but does any of this really matter? These days everyone tries to be a bit different and the moment the pack is onto something, that’s when I instinctively want to go the other way.

The good news is that we might have a name for a girl. It’s a bit old fashioned, a classic, but it might just work. I can’t say what it is or you will all nick it and before long it will appear on one of those Most Popular lists, then we’ll all hate it.

Anyway, it could be utterly pointless because Emma is convinced she is having a boy – and we don’t have one single boy’s name without a line through it.

Hang on, I have just looked at that ever-so shortlist of fuddy-duddy dying names and, you know what, Percy is growing on me. Yeah, that’ll do.

Baby Names Dilemma Article

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The blog is going on holiday, while I toil away on www.accessinterviews.com and other stuff. Do feel free to join me there.

Until I see you again, along the way…

Happy Summer

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The grace, humility and sheer excellence in the face of extreme pressure displayed by Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer was nothing short of awe inspiring.

I watched every minute, fidgeting from the sofa, to my feet, to the floor, anxiously willing Nadal to do it. I had been in pretty much the same state the day before cheering on Laura Robson through dewy eyes.

Ah, the heart-lifting innocence of her victory and the titanic triumph of Nadal’s makes the world seem a better place. Anything suddenly seems possible when you see such personal fortitude in these young, brave people.

But it is the manner in which they both won – and how Federer took defeat – that is the brightest beacon. Such modesty and respect for their competitors – how rare it is see such qualities in our public figures. Arrogant celebrities with wafer thin talents and mendacious, vain political leaders should all have looked on in shame at these tennis stars.

My weekend of loving the world that bit more was rounded off sweetly just as Nadal collected the trophy; “The Inspector” called again with an up-date on my little complaint.

Well after 9pm on a Sunday, this fine gentleman was grafting away for the good of the nation. “Really sorry, but would you mind calling back? I’m just watching Nadal get the cup…?”, I asked. “No, problem at all, sir.” Blimey, what a diamond.

We chatted later and – after I had given him a match report – he informed me that he had discussed the matter with Snell’s superior officer and she had been hauled in, along with her side-kick (Mick Lomax) and they were both carpeted for breaching various regulations and for generally being obnoxious in their duty. (Lomax has “gruff attitude” form, it would seem).

“Would I like to take the matter further?” No, I said. I like to think that these coppers are doing good work in general, so I would not like to wilfully blot their records. A bollocking is enough for me, thanks. “That is very big of you, if I may say so, sir,” he said. Well, there you have it. Case closed.

The tennis proves there is much to celebrate in life, so I am moving on. Very big, I know.

ps: what a picture of misery Gwen Stefani struck in Federer’s private box of supporters. I had the misfortune of trying to interview her a couple of years ago. She was pleasant enough but as dull as you get in my game. Now I see that she is not even moved by the greatest game of tennis, I will no longer berate myself for failing to get anything of interest from her. When we met not even a cattle prod would have woken her from her monosyllabic, jet lagged stupor.

Love All

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Another day, another battle to fight. Yawn.

I wouldn’t want you to think I go looking for trouble, or that I’m some sort of aspiring vigilante, or worse, a dedicated Mr Grump recently regenerated from the Victor Meldrew misery mould, but I’m buggered if I am going to live a life blindly turning the other cheek while the inconsiderate bastards of the world run roughshod over our daily lives.

The Scene: 8.30am this morning, I am getting into the car outside my home. A white van pulls up, a bloke with a blood-burst face in his late 50s steps out, hobbles a few paces then angrily hurls a poly-wrapped magazine in the direction of my front door. It lands in a puddle near the bins. I quickly retrieve it and see that it is my weekly edition of Press Gazette.

I chase after him. “Excuse me, do you reckon that’s the right way to deliver this magazine?”

“Yeah. I’m double parked…it’s a fucking nightmare here, what else am I’m gonna do?”

“So it’s going to sit there all day in the rain, until I get home?”

“Yeah,” he said getting back into the van.

“Er, I know the people who run this mag. The least you could do it put it through the letter box – like you are paid to do. Can I have your name?”

“Nah. Fuck off. I’ve got enough fucking problems…” Cue the screech of an engine and the burst of fumes. An absolute delight to make your acquaintance.

Now, do I forget about it and forgive this poor unhappy chap for the off day he is clearly having? Life really is hard enough, we all know. Or do I shop him to the hard-working, decent owner of the magazine who pays tens of thousands a year to the “courier” company that employs such an oik?

I’m not keen on being a sneak, but I think we all have a duty to help sift out the objectionable, useless grime that pollute the service industry.

One day it’s the police, the next it’s the courier business. I know, I am emerging as something of a Super (Local) Hero. It’s not easy, but someone’s got to do it.

Tomorrow: motorbikes.

Arghhhhhhh!

Catch me if you can

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Following the surge of interest in my ‘interaction’ with an officer of London’s Met Police, I have an up-date and some interesting information for anyone troubled by such issues.

Powered by the energy of thousands of global readers connecting with my trifling strife with woman “officer” Snell (No: TL7449), I cranked up the one man revolution and took it to my local cop shop. The desk sergeant quickly informed me that a complaint against the police can only be dealt with by an Inspector – and the one Inspector for the borough was not available. He was in with the “Chief”. Oh, OK, do get him to call me, thank you. I left not expecting to hear anything too soon.

After a stroll through the sales – Joseph, Conran, Harrods – I headed back, empty-handed, to HQ at the gasworks to continue developing the empire. Then the phone rang out: an Inspector called.

I will not provide his name, but suffice to say that our ensuing 25 minute conversation helped reaffirm my life-long belief that the police are, in the main, good and fair and deserve our support. This chap was open, articulate, understanding and wise.

Inspector X listened to my little tale and agreed whole-heartedly that I had a worthy complaint. It was not piffle, he said, but important for all concerned to get these things right. He was aghast at the conduct of the officer and lambasted her as “arrogant” “not good enough” and “infantile”. “This is not the way we should be treating people and is not of the high standards that we expect” he added.

More importantly Insp X outlined a few facts that you all might find worth knowing:

1. It is most definitely NOT against the law to take a photo of a policeman in the UK. “We should carry on our duty irrespective of how many cameras flash away.”

2. There is no law to say that you MUST give a policeman your name and address if they stop you. It is only required if you are suspected of an offence.

3. He revealed that the “Stop and Account” forms are likely to be scrapped in the coming months because they are unpopular with the police and proving counter productive in terms of public relations. Yep, they sure are.

4. Snell is not – as she claimed to me – a fully loaded police woman. Although full time, she is in fact a Community Support Officer (The number “7” in front of an officer’s lapel code denotes this).

5. Most interestingly, Snell acted improperly by demanding to look through my phone files. This constitutes a “Search” and in her Support Officer capacity she does NOT hold the power to do this without instruction and observation by a PC. At the time of looking at my phone, her colleague (a proper copper) was busy “busting” the cyclist.

OK, so where does all this lead? Well, Inspector X was happy to relay an official complaint to the West End police where Snell is based, which would ultimately lead to her getting bollocked. Or, he suggested he personally haul her in and do it himself. “I could get her in, no problem, and shout at her, then let you know how it goes,” he said. Oh, how civilised. “It might be that this is one of a number of complaints and might be the hair that breaks the camel’s back…”

Well, there you have it. The obnoxious, officious, small-minded Snell is in the doo-da. The police, G’awd bless ’em, are on to her. They are there to fight for us I’m sure, even if it doesn’t always feel like it.

I will report back. The ‘Not Guilty One of Oxford Street’ is nearly free.

An Inspector Calls

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Thought for today: anyone but Murray.

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My recent ‘interaction’ with a particularly small-minded and supercilious officer (WPC Snell) in the Met’s bicycle regiment has caused quite a spin on the internet. Since it was picked up by a kindly reader called “Chakalakasp” and linked on Reddit, the traffic to this blog has rocketed beyond all recognition.

It is clear that matters of police over-reaction and the wilful shattering of our civil liberties causes consternation around the globe. It is now a month since the incident and I regretfully confess that I have been slow to make an official complaint. Time assuages the injustice, as does indeed the attrition of getting on with life; basically, my time has been consumed by single-handedly running Access Interviews.com, trying – and failing – to move home in a collapsing British housing market, and dealing with the joys – and worries – of imminent fatherhood. My desire to take on the police and government has withered.

But I should be ashamed of my inaction. Trifling matters such as making a little life and a living are no excuses to delay the revolution. Certainly, the issues I raised in that blog are important and no revolution was won by basically lumping it and soldiering on.

The actions of police like Snell are the splinter at the thin end of a very nasty, giant wedge that will adversely affect our lives for generations. Hence, I will head to my local cop station tonight, bolstered by those thousands of readers, to lodge my complaint. I shall report back. Onwards into battle…!

To Snell and Back

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Hurrah for David Davis. As regular readers of this blog will know, I have been seething about the abuse of our civil liberties for ages.

The insidious poisoning of our basic freedom with the virus of CCTV cameras, largely installed under the false premise as an antidote to crime, is at the forefront of my anger. We have all rolled over and allowed it to happen. I can think of no other European country that would have been so pliant.

Now, at last, someone has taken a stand and Davis should be applauded. The swathe of support he is already enjoying is at last the voice of the great silent majority exercising weary vocal chords that have been muted for too long.

Let Davis speak. And prepare to hear the loudest echo imaginable across the country.

Go, Davis, Go.

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Congratulations to Barack Obama, a worthy winner of the Democrat nomination in the US presidential election – which he will lose to the man with the G-force face (botox, or tuck?).

Obama is a gust of much-needed fresh air in a country gasping for life beneath the bloodied stench created by Bush. He’d get my vote.

Every newspaper and media organisation around the world today proclaim Obama as “the first black presidential nominee”. Have I missed something? Or am I colour blind?

Obama’s dad is black. His mum is white. He is mixed race, or whatever other politically correct term you prefer to use – except, of course, that shocking pre-1990s gaff “half caste”.

So, rock star Obama is as much white as he is black, yet the world is in thrall of his black 50%, while ignoring his white heritage. Imagine if it was the other way round. I suspect there would be hell to pay. And would the world’s media rejoice in the same way if, say, a white looking politician – of an even 50-50 mixed background – suddenly ascended to rule an African country? I doubt it.

So, isn’t this all a bit of medium-rare inverted racism? Or am I only thinking this cuz I’m white?

It makes no odds anyway: a bloke like me – a “whitey” as Obama’s wife likes to call us on the sly – can’t play the race card. To the world and its media, racism is only ever dealt one way. And it ain’t to white people, innit.

Obama has always deftly avoided the race issue, but maybe he should take a leaf out of Tiger Woods’s book. When the media was reaching for the cliche tin and trying to label him the first black golfing legend, he flicked it back with a swoop of his driver and intellect. He said he is not in fact black, but is proud to be mixed race: part black, part Thai, plus a watered down percentage of other races from his bloodline. In fact, Woods revealed to Oprah Winfrey that he had his own classification – “Cablinasian”, as in Caucasian-black-Indian-Asian. A stroke of stunning and admirable individuality.

I’ll come back to you when I have thought of a name that might suit the politically correct world of Barack Obama.


Ps: Just a thought – if Obama becomes President, will he make his mark and decorate his new home…so he can live in the Black House? Relax, it’s a joke. Call it a bit of black humour.

Is it cuz I’m white?

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I bet Daniel Moylan, the pin-stripe suited deputy leader of Kensington & Chelsea council, could hardly believe the media coverage he got for his little idea about letting cyclists go the wrong way up a one way street. He is testing a handful of streets, yet it makes the news on everything from the Today programme to acres of newsprint in the nationals.

A great idea? Of course not. Just wait until the first kid is killed in a head-on collision during the dark of winter and the police prepare to lock up the distraught driver for causing death by reckless driving…because – wait for it – he was driving the right way up a one way street.

There’s only one way for this idea to go: right down the pan.

One way idea

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There has been much talk – and criticism – in the media and beyond about the redesign of The Times. I have had a few days to chew it over and I’m afraid, like others, I think it is a dog’s dinner and a disaster.

I could go through various aspects bit by bit, but it is simpler to look no further than Times2, the focus of my principal grumble: all that white space and headlines in italics make it look like a stinking pile of vacuous advertorial features. What a way to project some fine journlaistic work.

As for all those new colour picture bylines throughout the paper; they may well have dragged some hacks into the modern age from the safety of flattering black and white, but unfortunatley it has revealed many (no names) to be tubbier and, ahem, a little ruddier in the face.

Turn back Times, too

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Wow, if ever you needed a laugh, check out the rambling, repetitive and confused piece by the “retired” Julie Burchill in The Sun today defending Big Brother. It runs to an unbelievably bloated 1,301 words. Talk about play to the crowd. Why on earth is this nonsensical, cliched tripe a centre spread in the Currant?

Burchill – who declares that she is “old and rich” in the article – rails against people who do not like Big Brother. She writes: “…hating Big Brother says far more about the hater than it does about the hated. BB-haters, in no particular order, hate the young. They hate the working-class. They hate gays and trannies. They hate people who have sex more than once a fortnight. And as with a lot of unfounded, ungrounded hate, envy is in there somewhere…”

Well, I hate Big Brother because it is boring, crap TV. Simple as. And I hate that article for the same reasons. It should have been five pars max – in the Brighton Evening Argus letters page – not the marquee spread in The Sun.

Big Boring Burchill

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“Middle Classes Losing Faith In Police” screams the Daily Mail today amidst the coverage about the dissatisfaction law abiding people now feel with the police. There were a record number of complaints made in 2006-7: 29,637. Well, please add me to next year’s total after I was stopped and ordered to account for my actions recently. My crime: using my mobile phone in a manner likely to take a photo. I kid you not.

I was idly standing on Oxford Street contemplating an hour’s walk home rather than the fetid Tube when two officers on bicycles stopped a push-bike courier right in front of me. One officer (No: TL626) was unnecessarily obnoxious, which got the courier’s back up, so I decided to ear-wig, as you do.

I watched this vignette unfold and considered taking a photo on my phone, you know, for the hell of it, as you do. I pointed the lens, then decided not to bother. In a blink, the other officer came over and accused me of taking a photo. This, I would find out, was PC Snell (No: TL7449), a petite woman of about 25 with short black hair beneath her cycling helmet. What she lacked in height, she made up for in officious bloody-mindedness.

I showed her my phone. She was excited because she owned the same model and instructed me through the image files. Nothing there. Ha! Unlucky, Super Cop. That should have been the end of it. Dixon of Dock Green would have laughed lightly at the misunderstanding and waved me on my way. Not so with Snell. She insisted on taking my details and filing a “Stop and Searches” form. It beggared belief.

I suddenly found myself in possession of a lethal weapon: fully-loaded sarcasm. I made her work for every sorry answer. At one point she said: “You know, we can do this interview somewhere else”. It was a direct lift from The Sweeney, or Morse. Possibly Trumpton. She was threatening to take me down to the station for holding a mobile phone. Er, you might have to arrest about 50 million others. Besides, what was she going to do, throw me over her cross bar and pedal me to Paddington Green?

Snell’s hands were trembling as she filled out the form. Clearly a big “collar”. Her shaking, spidery scrawl revealed: “Male was standing outside Sainsbury (sic). He appeared to be using his mobile phone and pointing it in (sic) myself TL7449 and TL626…”. I picked her up on her grammar (“We was doing…”) and punctuation when she omitted the apostrophe in Sainsbury’s. “I didn’t get A-level English,” she revealed. “No shame in that, but surely you can copy words?” It was in foot-high letters 10 yards away.

It went on. She asked for ID. I gave her a bank card. Done with the courier, Snell’s wingman TL626 came over to assist. He radioed HQ to get a match on my name after I refused to give my address. Exasperated, I gave them my date of birth. Looking at my Lloyds Card, PC Snell continued to bust me.

“So, Robin…”.

“Well, it’s Rob to my friends,” I said cheerily.

The other copper mis-heard and butted in. From behind wrap-around mirror sun glasses, he snapped: “Ah. You are saying that this card is your ‘friend’s’?” He suddenly got a buzz thinking he had chanced upon a big time credit card thief impersonating as another. Then he began questioning me. Give me strength.

And so it continued. To think, a week or so earlier a young man had been stabbed to death at 5pm outside McDonald’s a few hundred yards away. I bet these two cycling plods would have been indispensable on such a day with their pencils and laser criminal antennae. They would have probably alighted at the bloody scene and started handcuffing people for over-salting their French fries.

At one point, as we argued over my “actions”, little Snell pointed to the sky: “You know we can trace what happened through the CCTV.” Where the hell do they get these people?

The police watch over us day and night through four million cameras, slowly destroying the trust and respect of millions of law abiding people, and then they have the audacity to get all shirty if you – allegedly – point a camera phone at them and do NOT take a photo.

They wonder why we complain. Before I had written this piece, I had decided not to file a complaint. I feel too bored and beaten by Big Brother Britain to be bothered, but now I have had second thoughts. Tactless, negative, spiteful officers like PC Snell need to be brought to book, or things will never change.

I have since found out that it is not against the law to take a photo of a copper going about his or her duty. So, from now on, I will be snapping them, not nicking us.

POLICE. NO CAMERA. OVER-REACTION

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And, so, to Fountain Studios in Wembley for a seat behind the judges at a live semi-final of Britain’s Got Talent. What an extraordinary experience.

I have dipped into the series since a night of undiluted hilarity at the auditions in Hackney, so the thought of some more live action was an easy lure.

A glass of pink champagne backstage got me in the mood for Simon, Piers and Amanda, and, boy, do you need some happy fuel to attend these shows; the crew get you clapping and on your feet constantly like demented performing seals to generate the feel-good vibe. It is an exhausting two hours which leaves you with raw hands and arthritic knees. But it is worth the effort.

Love it or hate it, BGT is one weird whirl of high purity entertainment – good and bad. It makes you cringe, laugh, cheer, boo and cry all in one fatal dose. You sink at the sight of some of the acts – the clueless Indian magician, that troop of a hundred hopeless dancers, the bin bashers, and Christine Hamilton going for it in the finale of You Raise Me Up. But then you are up-lifted by the endearing, untarnished talent of the chorister – you know, the boy with bad white heads. His Tears In Heaven made me water a bit.

You can’t help but get caught up in it all when you are there. When the agonising moment came for Cowell to cast the deciding vote between Flava and The Cheeky Monkeys, I found myself shouting out loud.

My head knew it should be Flava – the half-baked dance act with “street” kids who want to make something of themselves – but my heart wanted the two cute little blonde kids who, let’s be honest, are too bloody young to be appearing in an event of this scale. Their act makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. In fact, so uncomfortable, that I shouted out their name to help Cowell decide. I was so near to him that I seriously think my shout – and a few others – helped swing it. I was like a parent at a pantomime who had sunk one too many sweet sherries in the interval. Really, I should be ashamed of myself.

Britain’s Got Semi-Talent

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I kicked off the “Season” yesterday with a fine day at Chelsea Flower Show, as you do. I know for sure that the years are catching me up when my enjoyment of this event grows with each passing year. It can’t be long before I am a crashing gardening bore, although I haven’t even got a garden yet; they cost about £200,000 where I live with barely room for a wafer-thin border.

The Chelsea Flower Show is a slow, subtle hoot. It is all so quaint and antiquated and ever so, ever so white. It is like stepping back in time when everything was so much safer and quiet. It must be the only public event left that you can go to without being scanned or frisked.

Highlight for me this year was the hornbeam trees in the Best In Show Laurent Perrier garden designed by Tom Stuart-Smith. I want some hornbeams now. I saw a bonsai hornbeam in the Pavillion so maybe that is the answer. I also want a tank of that pink bubbly his sponsors were splashing around after Tom won. Yes, a glass of pink under my very own miniature hornbeam in my micro garden, that’ll do.

I had a fleeting chat with the maestro himself – Alan Titchmarsh. It is hilarious watching the older ladies fiddling with their digital cameras with tembling, liver-spotted hands whenever he is near. He really is a heartthrob.

One minor revelation was finding out why dear, dear Alan is so faultlessly fluent on those seemingly ad-libbed links from those little gardens: he has a mini autocue slotted onto the camera.

Season greetings

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And so, to the second day of the First Test against New Zealand at Lord’s for a happy reminder of one indisputable, joyous fact: a cricket ground is the only place where a man can open a bottle of red wine, sup a pint of beer, or pop a champagne cork at 11am in public and not be accused of being an alcoholic.

It is also the only place that a younger man can visit and be assured of seeing for certain what his future looks like if he continues on his ruinous path of grape ‘n’ grain. It looks like bloated bellies, thinning hair, burst cheek blood vessels and port noses. Not a pretty sight, but that’s cricket for you: it’s one of life’s truly humbling levellers.

The alcohol Test

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Just a note to let you know that my filmed interview with Will Self is now on the Access Interviews website.

Rarely does a subject make me laugh as much as Will. His tone and delivery on the slightest of subjects cracks me up, as you will see on the film. He is also wonderfully articulate and many of his answers on a scope of topics are quite mesmerising. However frothy, I particularly enjoyed the Q&A section and his answer to “What piece of wisdom would you pass on to a child?” is particularly insightful and poignant. Will also talks candidly about his drugs past, his writing life, and the woes of being labelled a “grumpy old man”.

Oh, and all luvvieness aside, I can sincerely recommend his new novel, ‘The Butt’. Eloquent, highly original, dark, witty, fascinating, and quite a page turner. It is, ah, bloody brilliant, yeah. And it could make a great film. Will’s wish is for Ed Norton to play both of the main characters. David Lynch to direct?

Will Self – the interview

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Much coverage today in the media generally about the blatant extortion racket Councils run in the guise of parking enforcement. This very subject has been a keen area of focus for me recently. In fact, I even flexed my first Freedom of Information muscle last month by requesting the stats of my local council’s windfall in this disgusting past time. (BTW, I wholly recommend the FOI service. Most efficient and, as it says on the tin, it’s free) The figures were emailed to me earlier this week.

In the financial year 2006-2007, the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea masterly carried out the following: Parking Tickets: 279,324; Clamps: 14,213; Tows: 8,752. Revenue generated: Parking Tickets: £13,208,694. Clamps/Tows: 2,383,754.

Obvious question: Where the hell did all that money go?

There is a car pound at the end of my street. I have been known to go down there and pay my local gangsters £260 for carrying my car 250 yards. Racketeering, it’s a nasty business and our elected officials should be brought to account. Bring on the revolution. End this corruption.

It’s all a Fix penalty

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Apologies for continuing to bang the AI drum, but here is a piece I wrote for the current edition of Press Gazette as a follow up to the sponsorship of Interviewer of the Year at the BPA by Access Interviews.

And here is a piece for The Independent last month about the continuing importance of the ‘interview’ to the promotion of all genres of modern media.

All this is part of my on-going mission to spread the good word about the website.

Some plugs for A.I

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I note – with no real sense of sympathy – that John Prescott has revealed he was bulimic. This comes a few weeks after the release of details of MP’s expenses showed that he munched through a gut-busting £4,000 of groceries in one year.

So, in summary, Prescott threw (up) tax payers’ money quite literally down the toilet.

Hmmm, shame. If only the Government had known at the time, it could have cut out the bloated middle man altogether and simply thrown a pile of cash down a sewer.

Prescott’s money sewer

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My Week: Rob McGibbon

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Daft really, to reach out like this, but I have just tuned into one of my favourite events on the sporting calendar – the Masters golf from Augusta – and I am irate enough to react with an angry blog. I had forgotten who is the host these days. Gary bloody Lineker.

Quite simply, he does NOT fit this event.

I felt it in my gut last year. I even reached for the blog back then. There has been much press about Midlands accents of late. Well, I for one don’t want one talking me through this golf tournament. Every time he says “Masstas” I want to club him. I can’t be alone.

Thankfully, I will be on holiday tomorrow and will miss the Masters this year. The only consolation is that I won’t have to watch Lineker at the helm.

Steve Rider get yer bouffant back ‘ere.

Lineker is no Master

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I nearly just choked on my morning pastry a moment ago after reading Norman Tebbit’s intro’ in his article for today’s Daily Mail about Spitting Image. He says, most proudly – to no doubt show us that he has a sense of humour and is one of the lads who can take a wind up – that he liked his puppet. Yeah, rght.

Those of you with the girth and grey hairs of age will recall that he was portrayed most unfavourably as a dark-eyed, brutal henchman – Thatcher’s heartless enforcer.

I appreciate that this is not a matter of State importance, but I am highly irritated by Tebbit’s assertion and hereby accuse my Lord of telling a big fat porky. But how do I know?

My first celebrity interview was with Jeffrey Archer in 1986 when I was a reporter on the Wimbledon News. Our conversation turned to Spitting Image and he said firmly: “I can tell you – but this must be off the record – that one person who is most hurt by his puppet is Norman Tebbit. He doesn’t like it at all.”

Being a wide-eyed beginner I was quite emboldened by the fact that Archer had trusted me with something (at the time) so potentially newsworthy, albeit off the record. I faithfully guarded it for 20 odd years (as if it was worth it, eh).

Despite the fact that dear Jeffrey went on to become something of a world class fibber himself, I have no reason to doubt his account. Hence, this needs to be said: Norman Tebbit hated his puppet and it is no laughing matter that he should pretend otherwise in a family newspaper for filthy lucre.

These politicians, eh, they simply can’t break a habit of a lifetime.

Tebbit, you’re havin’ a laugh

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Just a quick note to announce some developments with Access Interviews.com. I am delighted to announce that the website will be sponsoring the ‘Interviewer of the Year’ category at the prestigious ‘British Press Awards’. The event takes place at the Grosvenor House Hotel on 8th April with Channel 4’s Jon Snow presenting.

Also – we have just loaded up my interview with Jeffrey Archer to the site.

A.I sponsors top Press Award

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The “world” exclusive interview with Piers Morgan.

Scene: An exhausted Piers Morgan calls from his suite at The London Hotel, New York. He sounds punchy with fatigue from the glory of his triumph as Donald Trump’s Celebrity Apprentice. Rob McGibbon, in his London office, listens intently as this stunning exclusive unfolds across the Atlantic…

(We exchange gushing showbizzy nothings of mutual appreciation and congratulations, then we begin…)

RM: Piers Morgan, welcome to the first telephone interview for AccessInterviews.com. How does it feel to be the U.S Celebrity Apprentice? Did you think you would win?

PM: Well, I have to admit, it feels pretty good. I actually feel very proud. To be honest, I thought I had blown it. Even though I had won in terms of money raised, there was a real ground swell in the room for this all-American heroic cowboy, while I was being billed as this evil, obnoxious arrogant Brit. I thought Trump would go for the American hero thing because this is what America needs right now – a good guy with great integrity to win, but at the very last moment he swivelled round and fired him. It was amazing.

RM: What was the freeze-frame moment of the night for you?

PM: Erm, the most powerful moment was when the injured American soldiers came into the studio in their wheelchairs. I had raised $750,000 for the Intrepid Fallen Heroes Fund and I had met them before. When the audience saw them they spontaneously jumped to their feet to give them a standing ovation. That sent a shiver up my spine. The atmosphere changed in that moment and it kind of brought home what the show was really about. This was not about who is the nicest bloke, but who in the end did the best job for their charity. And that was me. These soldiers were very grateful for what I had done and I think that actually carried a lot of weight with Trump.

I also remember the moment when things were going quite badly for me and I turned to see my mother and sister sitting in the front row looking like it was all over and trying to give me a thumbs up. It is a long way to come to watch your son and brother to lose to a cowboy. I said, quite loudly, It ain’t over ‘til the fat lady sings.

RM: How seriously did you take winning? Surely this is just a daft game show and just another vain step in your pursuit of fame?

PM: I have taken it very seriously. You know me, I don’t even play tiddlywinks to lose. I have spent my entire life trying to win every competitive thing I have ever taken part in. All the other celebrities who got fired along the way made pompous speeches about only entering it to raise money for charity. I don’t buy that argument. I think it is insincere and misleads the public. I am honest enough to admit that, Yes I wanted to raise money for charity, but I also entered the show to raise my profile and to win. At least I am not a hypocrite about it.

But the charitable aspect really did hit home to me when I went down to meet the wounded soldiers. That is when I realised that raising $750,000 for them is a big deal. Yes, in many ways, the show is a trivial and frivolous game that doesn’t matter, but when you see what a difference that money will make, it makes me feel very proud.

(We talk in length about the public reaction over there. “Streams of people” have been wishing him well. Simon Cowell has texted saying “Congratulations – from Dr Frankenstein”; Gordon Brown’s wife Sarah has been in touch (Gordon is, apparently, working out the appropriate Government response from the fountain nib of the Establishment – “My victory is being discussed at Cabinet level.”), as has Alan Sugar and a soufflé of other lesser known names. It is luvviness in extremis. Then we talk about the reaction from back home…)

RM: Hmm, your old friends on certain newspapers have been quite unkind about your win. Does that make you happy or sad? Any old foes come to your mind at happy times like this?

PM: I am delighted they are enjoying my success so whole-heartedly. They are embracing my triumph with the warmth and admiration that I would expect. I hope they are all enjoying themselves in their rather meagre ivory towers in the east of London, as I sit here in my glorious space in New York.

There are a number of people who I think will be particularly irritated by what has happened. My message to Jeremy Clarkson is: if you keep working, there is a chance that one day you will crack America, you just have to keep at it…dreams do come true.

(The conversation drifts to fame and America’s Got Talent. Piers will celebrate his birthday in LA on Sunday over dinner with Simon and friends at Robert de Niro’s restaurant. I will have to save all the other fascinating outtakes of our chat for my book. It is time to close and go to the pub.)

RM: One of the more startling revelations of your time in the Apprentice was that you were outed as being gay…

PM: Ahem. Maybe I can take the opportunity of this interview to point out that I am in fact NOT a homosexual. I simply kissed a cowboy as a joke after various people decided to “out” me. I have nothing against homosexuals, but I just don’t happen to be one…

RM: But, surely, after such an amazing victory you are gay, in the 19th century translation of the word…

PM. Oh, yes, of course. I am extremely gay at this moment. In fact, I have never felt more gay than I do today.

(I always thought as much)

PM Questions – and Answers

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Steady yourselves now, folks … I have just had a call from Piers’ people’s people and I am reliably informed he will be patched through to me and Access Interviews just as soon as he has had some high-fat hash browns to soak up the acidity of all the Krug champagne…

The Apprentice is on his way

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Er, please steady yourselves as I announce the following:

Media legend Piers Morgan has just called to say that he will give his first interview since winning The Celebrity Apprentice in America here, on this blog for AccessInterviews.com

This will happen, just as soon as he wakes up in New York, in his luxury suite, surrounded by nubile women, even richer and more famous than he was yesterday to begin what will probably be one of the maddest days of his mad life… so far…

Until then, see his big moment here:
I’ll keep you posted…

m/f

Piers Morgan . . . World Exclusive Interview!

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FLASH: 5am. London. I finally decide to get up after a sleepless night. I have been restless, deeply troubled. It is as if I know all is not well with the world. I am right.

I go downstairs and see a blue light flashing. My mobile. A text. “I won…”.

The “I” is Piers Morgan. The “won” is The Celebrity Apprentice in America.

Unbloodybelievable.

I text back and then the call comes . . .

m/f!

Piers Morgan wins …

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I do not often gasp out loud in horror when I read a story on a website, but I have done just that after reading about the sudden death of film director Anthony Minghella. I am totally shocked and feel deeply saddened.

I did not know Minghella at all and never interviewed him, but I attended a talk he gave about his work at the London Book Fair in March 2004. I met him fleetingly afterwards as he did a signing session for the screenplay of Cold Mountain. A rare “fan” moment for me, but I had a such respect for his craft and talent.

For fun, I also asked him to sign the synopsis of a book I was trying to get published at the time. He asked me about it and we spoke for a few moments. (Deep, deep down, in a fantastical way, I guess I wanted him to eventually make the film of the book). He chuckled warmly as he signed the synopsis and said, with a big, big smile: “Does this mean I have blessed it?” I wrote about this encounter later.

He struck me as a sincere, gentle, modest and supremely gifted man. What a loss.

Anthony Minghella RIP

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Indy:2008

 

Journalist Rob McGibbon has set up a treasure trove of celebrity press interviews which he hopes will realise his dream of making a fortune from the internet

Independent:AI:If content is king:17:03:08

Independent:AI:If content is king:17:03:08

If content is king, the interview must be his crown

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Just a quick note to let you know about a piece in The Independent today about Access Interviews. Check it out!

Indy focus on A.I

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It has taken a while, due to the enormity of running my amazing life, but the re-jig of the Access Interviews.com homepage and, more importantly, the Felix Dennis filmed interview finally went live yesterday. Oh the toil of running a major website.

I had anticipated getting a long and detailed interview with Felix. He is fantastic company and our last interview, at his home in the Cotswolds in the summer of 2006, went on for over four hours. I couldn’t shut him up, so I was expecting an all-embracing interview on camera this time.

Alas, no amount of preparation can account for the unexpected in this game. Felix was delayed by a long lunch – an hour and a chuffing half – and then needed to leave sharpish for a board meeting. To be honest, when showbiz flakes keep me waiting like that I throw an internal hissy fit. I sit on hands, bite my tongue, that sort of thing, while secretly wanting to tell them to stick it and naff off. But you have to bury a lot of impotent rage in this interviewing game. Well, if something has taken months to set up, you don’t want to throw it away in a fit of pique and come away with nothing. Gulp and swallow that pride like it’s a lump of MDF with nails in. I say, get your own back by sticking it to them with a few blunt questions instead.

Oddly enough, I didn’t get irritated waiting for Felix. He doesn’t really give a flying toss about anything, so I didn’t take it personally. And I like him a lot. He is a totally fascinating maverick. Besides, I was quite happy thumbing through his wonderful – and highly valuable – collection of first editions. How much is an immaculate first/first of ‘To Kill A Mocking Bird’ these days?

Anyway, the Felix interview has already been watched by a few early adopters on the media blog circuit. First prize goes to the mischievous Madame Arcati for picking up on the irreverent insert in the Q&A section. Well, wouldn’t you have Linda at your fantasy dinner party?

There are some good interviews for the ‘Rob McGibbon Meets’ section in the pipeline, so do stay tuned.

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When Felix Dennis met Linda Lovelace . . .

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Merveilleux to see Marion Cotillard deservedly pick up the Oscar for her mesmerising, moving performance as Edith Piaf in La Vie En Rose. I watched this film on DVD a month ago and was so was blown away by her depiction that I watched the powerful ending several times.

Marion made a vaguely endearing acceptance speech at the Oscars, which follows her Bafta win. Last night, she even thanked the Angels of Los Angeles (she’s cleary new to that souless, mendacious city) that have now made her a star.

It seems such a shame that Marion could not see fit to even mention in passing – in either speech – the one angel who made it all possible: the tragic, gifted Edith Piaf.

Marion should be ashamed of herself and regret this appalling oversight.

Marion should regrette that Oscar speech

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Just in case this is of interest and easier for you, Access Interviews has gone all YouTube. I know, band wagons are a bore, especially if you are grabbing on well after the event, but such is life.

Access Interviews plugs into YouTube

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