“The man who lives in this house makes very good orange marmalade. He also breeds orchids. He has never eaten a dish of tripe in his life. And he wishes that his dog could speak to him. And that eccentric sequence of autobiographical irrelevancies may even give you a clue to who he is.“
People yap about the fall of the BBC. For me it still holds an aura. Frank Delaney’s lean into the shot. Come on man, what an intro.
Did Delaney write this brilliance?