‘There’s no organization in British films,’ Mr. Thesiger continued brusquely as though he had just discovered this alarming fact. ‘Every minute of my life is organized, so I begrudge the idle hours of sitting around the set.’
Now, I remember reading, in his book of memoirs, that Mr. Thesiger has a habit of electrifying his fellow travelers by taking out his crochet work in railway carriages; so, I could not refrain from saying, in a small voice, ‘Why didn’t you take your crochet work with you?’
‘But I always worked on the set,’ he declared without a blush.
‘What did they say?’ I demanded excitedly.
‘Unprintable,’ he sighed.
‘Please, please tell me,’ I begged.
‘————–,’ he answered.
‘Unprintable,’ I agreed.
Excerpt from: Oswell Blakeston, Close Up, July-December, 1930
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