Dear Me

My Dear Princess, Loulou and Fellows,

I had this book about 30 years ago. I just loved it. I loved Peter Ustinov. I loved him because he was a raconteur and I thought that was the best thing in the world to be. 

I still think that. I love people who can tell stories, and no-one told them like Ustinov.

I shall read this book shortly, and you will doubtless be subjected to my version of his stories. But if you want to get ahead of the game you could watch An Audience With Peter Ustinov which is, I think, where my obsession with him began.

Caro got this book for me. She brought it home with her when she returned from Tauranga. She went to some 2nd hand book sale and it cost her 50 cents.

The weird thing about this is that I had literally just been thinking I wanted a copy of the book and was on the verge of buying it myself. 

The reason being is that I've decided to stop doing the horror podcast in a couple of months, once I've finished some episodes I've already written. 

I'm just sick of putting so much work into it and eff all people listening to it*. 

So I'm going to try again. It will be pretty much the same show, but just biographies of film people that I like. And Peter Ustinov is near the top of my list.

And I like to think that Caro bringing this book home is a sign. And even if it isn't, it only cost her 50c.

S.

* I get about 4 downloads a day. And what caused me to spit the dummy was reading a Tweet from another podcast saying they got around 250. This podcast features no music, no research, and simply consists of a panel describing the entire plot of a film accompanied by enlightening comments like, "That was a really gnarly kill." 

I mean. FFS.