An evening with Jude

A most entertaining and very moving hour was spent last night in the company of Jude Law as he performed in an ensemble reading of My dear Bessie, the letters that passed between two lovers during the last years of the Second World War, and which now form the basis of a book of the same name.  

Many a festival goer will have left this event with a lump in the throat and a tear in the eye. I know that I did.  Such was the popularity of this particular piece that the scrum for seats was a little unseemly as the doors opened to permit admittance. Many a sharp middle class elbow was brought to bear as certain of the Friends of the festival showed that they were able to behave in a rather unfriendly fashion in order to bag a prime position. Such, I suppose, is the allure of Mr. Law. Normal civilised behaviour was resumed as he took to the stage, although the rapid beating of adjacent female hearts was almost audible.

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