I’ll mention a couple more acting jobs which remain close to my heart. I had the great good fortune to be employed by the Liverpool Everyman, a theatre with a wonderful theatrical history. Twice I performed in their famous Rock’n’Roll Pantos. Put a Scouse audience together with a wild show and you have a recipe for dynamite. The first winter I appeared in “Alice In Boogie Wonderland”, the second in “Treasure Island” a rather louche telling of the classic story of pirates and buried treasure. Somehow the writer managed to bring in a Dame character who was Jim Hawkin’s mum. Whatever, it was a chance for me to do some classic ham, camp acting. I was the only southerner in the company and the director gently took me aside at the commencement of rehearsals to ask if I would mind trying to do a Scouse accent. He needn’t have bothered. I am the best actor of accents in the world (according to me). On cue I delivered the thickest Merseyside argot ever recorded. My signature utterance was “Where’s me locket?” (apparently I had just lost it.) The third syllable lends itself to a particular adenoidal, Scouse sound. As the performance unfolded that sound became more and more pronounced and guttural. It was greeted with increasing gales of laughter.