I was telling my friend Ron about the gaggle of school kids at the Aquarium in Genova and he reminded me of an old Joyce Grenfell monologue. Grenfell was a brilliant monologist – one of those talented people – Ruth Draper, Bob Newhart, George Carlin – who created a world of characters and situations as they stood alone centre-stage. Sadly it appears to be a type of entertainer that has gone much the way of the dodo, perhaps because it calls too much on the imagination at at time when imagination is only a word in TV commercials.
Any suggestions as to what George was doing?
03 novembre – San Martino de Porres