It being the week it is, the telly is abuzz with Shakespearean fervour – which is very good, since it gives one the chance to watch or re-watch more theatre than is usual in my corner of the world.

Last night, for instance, I came home from a reading with the Squirrels to find my mother had recorded for me an old Italian production of King Lear – and I mean “old” as in 1960… Continue reading →