Inside Harry and Meghan's Montecito home: The Cut interview reveals how the Sussexes' $14.65million mansion is decorated with candlesĪlexandra Burke wears a breast pump beneath her costume as she supports breastfeeding campaign at Carnival - weeks after welcoming first child Meghan's unofficial mouthpiece Omid Scobie DENIES she said Harry had 'lost' Charles after Megxit - insisting the Duchess actually meant she had lost HER OWN father Soldier or joker, our lives are all defined - and sometimes glorified - by what we do. ‘For better or worse I’m stuck with sequins and Sea Fever.’ or have old seadogs in tears singing naval ditties?’ ‘Are there a lot of other things YOU can do, other than tiddle-tiddle-thud in six dozen doilies. Part of Iestyn wishes his friend would get out of this dangerous trade. Yet there’s a curious parallel in their lives. Iestyn banters with them, fears for them and, by night, dances and jokes for them. Stacks becomes his lifelong friend, as do others after Iraq and, later, Afghanistan. Thus, in a British camp in war-ravaged Iraq, a man in a pink tutu sang one of the most beautiful laments for a lost comrade, in the dusk, to men who knew what the loss of comrades means. Stacks will not let him down until he’s sung the ballad ‘Tom Bowling’. But friends of Stacks throw him onstage, where Iestyn cheeks him, then finds himself up-ended, knickers and all, and deposited on top of a high tank. One evening, a burly Marine called Stacks warns him not to use him as a stooge in his act (‘Madame Galina’ drags men onstage and demands they catch her). CSE’s other entertainers were stand-ups, not required to squeeze into frilly tutus. His account of the tour is often achingly funny and full of absurdities: the Paras are shocked when he dries his tights on their blast-wall, and he’s repeatedly told off for not wearing his helmet, using it instead to carry his Primark tiara.īut it’s also touching: Iestyn’s terror on the flight out feels real - he’d watched the news - and is exacerbated by his fear of the tough audiences who might boo him to extinction. And so it was that he began touring the war zones of Iraq and Afghanistan, sharing billets with men from a very different world. Until he grasped that the gig in question was Iraq: CSE were sending out a group of comedy stars, and wanted him, tutu and all. Thinking he might score some after-dinner gigs in the officers’ mess, he went for an interview and, when CSE offered him a job, he was pleased. trailing clouds of talcum powder,’ said the Admiral admiringly.Ĭomedy’s a precarious business, and Iestyn was barely keeping himself ‘in ballet flats, a full fridge and false eyelashes’. ‘Comes on in the full ballerina get-up, horrendous make-up. MY TUTU WENT AWOL! By Iestyn Edwards (Unbound £9.99)
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