Sir Dame Joanna Lumley, j’adore is here seen signing a professional crazed fan’s picture of her whilst simultaneously smiling at the cameras, which is the sort of multi-tasking they taught at deportment school in the 1960s. We ought not be surprised. This was a time when you could leave your back door open to be raped willy-nilly by rag ‘n’ bone men, whereas now all you can expect is surprise sex from a shaven-headed turn from a Triga movie. It’s just not cricket.
Sir Dame Joanna Lumley, j’adore is here seen at a screening for Tamara Drewe (actors are able to smile through the pain of a shit film) in London’s glittering New York, where she’s having a stay-over because she’s about the make her Broadway debut in La Bete, which has transferred hook, line and penny farthing from London’s glittering Comedy Theatre to the Music Box Theatre where it will run from 14th October through to February.
*makes a note of that*
If our faces could move, Sir Dame Joanna Lumley, j’adore would make us smile.