As we wave good bye to 2017 and wander into 2018; history is not made up by people, but their acts. What they have done, said, and created. Or destroyed.
It's odd how six months on it's the little pangs that catch me out now.
So Bill and I go back a while. My mother’s a big fan, there’s even a portrait of him hanging in the family dining room (looking snazzy on an oxblood coloured wall). English literature was one of my favourite classes, being able to go over his work and study it properly. It’s when I first realised that Shakespeare is better performed live.