Yesterday at Cheltenham Literature Festival, Damian Lewis and Helen McCrory took the roof off the 1400 seater The Times Forum. They were hilarious and sexy and ridiculously talented, they totally stormed it.
They read a story from the beginning to the end of a love affair, through poetry selected from The Love Book anthology. They were funny, flirty, made the audience roar with laughter and cry. It was very exciting for poetry. As Andrew Holgate, the literary editor of The Sunday Times said to me after - usually poetry gets 8 people at a literary festival. They sold more tickets than Martin Amis and Salman Rushdie. So pleased and so relieved it all went so well.
Brother has brought a girl home for the first time. One we’ve never heard of. And introduced her. Not bad for Mr. Embarrassed McShy. I have since done a little happy dance. I am going to be the most embarrassing mother ever.
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water’d it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with my smiles And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright; And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole When the night had veil’d the pole: In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch’d beneath the tree. ― William Blake
"The second the shades are lowered, and you’re confronted with those huge jade-green eyes and heart-shaped Victorian heroine face, you can see in an instant why directors have been falling over themselves to cast her in fantasy fairy-tale roles."