A Boy Called Audrey (Pictures from an Exhumation)

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I think we were sort of basing our characters on the likes of Joyce Grenfell, Margaret Rutherford… a sort of typical, if strange, rural, old English village life. A shepherd boy for the village elder’s goats, he took his job very seriously and spent the majority of his days meandering across the gentle hills seeking grass for his flock.

Early that day there was a moment backstage where I was cuddling Audrey and she was saying it was all “too loud” and I was kicking myself for not remembering her ear defenders, that I felt envious of all the parents of the typical children.

The only difference would be bunches of flowers and boxes of chocolates for Mum (she liked colourful arrangements and the smell of freesias, walnut whips and cards with ridiculous cheesy poems in). It felt like more than just a book to me, too – like a beautiful, enthralling and magical tale set in the awe and dazzling backdrop of New York City. So many lovely friends were pleased for us in finding our big family home, saying things like “you guys deserve it” and “it’s about time” and I guess we did look back on our “bad luck” and feel relief that all the cancer, death and house selling was behind us and now we were moving forward with a genuine grown-up long-term family home.

A tiny thing that was part of our childhood and something I can’t tell my mum I remember and still treasure. The girls in Audrey’s troupe were excited and nervous – talking about how dark it was and a bit scary! And she’ll no doubt say at some point in the week when we discuss what we are doing Thursday, and she’ll feel the need to say that on Mondays she has two snacks. Audrey has asked for a picnic party at home for her birthday with traditional party games (musical statues etc) and I’m already worrying about whether her friends will be rolling their eyes and cringing at the choice to still play games.The pair broke into the mainstream with a successful 1974 Edinburgh run of An Evening with Hinge and Bracket – a purported recital that began with the pair handing the audience complimentary sherries. When I broke the news about my pregnancy to my parents, they were actually very happy they got a beautiful little boy, but they told me that giving him a girl's name is cruel. My instinct was that she would need me, but sometimes I wonder how she would get on without always being micro managed.

All of our books are 100% brand new, unread and purchased directly from the publishers in bulk allowing us to pass the huge savings on to you! Until I went to London a couple of years later, that was my first and only cross-dressing experience. Because she was given the opportunity, she wasn’t told “sorry we can’t cater for a child with Down’s syndrome”, she was included and we had a bumpy road to get there but she did it!Rex got playing with a boy his age and the man with him (who made it clear he was a guardian but not a relative) started saying “I think you’re too old for this park now, it’s a bit boring isn’t it? She can’t take part in the same clubs an activities that typical kids can without additional support. All the burdens I’d felt, this great pressure to go out with a girl to fit the mould, had gone,” he told his friend the journalist Liam Rudden in an interview in 2021. We could be something like an old retired operatic singer who still thinks she can sing and you could be her pianist’. I hated leaving her, but I needed to take my seat in the theatre and having spoken to the dance teacher, I felt like giving her space was the right thing to do.

The reason this annoyed me was because it was the adult deciding, the kid was having a perfectly good time and didn’t say that the park wasn’t good enough. Discover who the quiet, reserved spinster lady was when she was far from quiet and anything but reserved.They also collaborated with Gyles Brandreth on the script for their BBC Television programme, Dear Ladies (1983–1984). After a while, we moved into the room with the boys which was still a bit noisy and chaotic, but a sanctuary in comparison to the main dressing rooms. We also didn’t think to book for any of the Wild Tribe activities (sword making, puppet making) and these sold out. This week I did things that would normally scare me (like going on a train alone with the two of them, with no buggy) and we didn’t just survive – we had a good time! This is a coming of age story, apparently all true, set in the gay community of Glasgow from 1962-64.