Alan Bennett’s classic
monologues that never get old. The timelessness has now become so clear that
you are moved to tears by the sentimentality of “A Cream Cracker Under The
Settee” and still jump from your chair at the word ‘fuck’ in “A Lady Of Letters”.
And then of course
there’s always time to puzzle over “A Chip In The Sugar” where it could really
be Graham’s secret and not his mother’s. Which is the sort of thing that
postmodernism does to you in the 21st century, at the decidedly
old-fashioned Theatre Royal Bath.
