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UPDATED EVERY FRIDAY
Last Update:
Friday 24th June, 2005
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All content ©
New Journal Enterprises, 2005.
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| Joe
Meeks falling star |
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Actor Nick Moran best known
for his role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels
tells Tom Foot about Telstar, his play which tells the tale
of music legend Joe Meek
NICK Moran is not the kind of person
to mince his words. The star of Lock Stock and Two Smoking
Barrels, annoyed because Stephen Fry neglected to mention
his new writing career at a recent television awards, described
the comedian as a six-and-a-half-foot linen child.
He was talking to Frys sister.
He is a bit of a wide boy. Born and bred in Camden, Moran
parades around with his thick square ginger side burns and
retro outfit with a notorious swagger. He recently returned
from Gumball 2005, a kind of playboy car rally
across America, where he was arrested for speeding.
But here he is, juggling a lead role at the Criterion as
the 19th-century critic and artist John Ruskin in the Countess,
and the opening of Telstar, which he wrote, at the New Ambassadors
about worlds first independent record producer, Joe
Meek.
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| Enchantress of
the air helped us win the war |
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In
the first of a series of features about the lives of ordinary
people during World War II, Piers Plowright describes how
radio was everyones best friend
THE house was full of voices. Sometimes
it was my mother arguing with the landlord in the small
Welsh village wed moved to in 1943 to get away from
the bombs. But more often it was the radio: catch phrases
from that surreal and liberating comedy series Itma
(Its That Man Again) followed by gales of laughter
from a live audience released for half-an-hour from the
cares of war, solemn upper-class voices telling us (up to
a point) what was happening in Europe and Asia, the Radio
Doctor with his adenoidal advice on everything from appendicitis
to wind, high-brow voices talking about things I couldnt
even pronounce and the treasured voices that brought us
into the magic kingdom of radio drama.
I was aged five in 1943, so a lot of the things I think
I remember may have been told me afterwards or transposed
back by my later self. It doesnt really matter. Memory,
like history, is a selective business and, if I say I remember
it, I do.
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