Geronimo1967
This might be my favourite performance from Edward Fox as he cuts a rather sad figure on a stage before a sparsely attended meeting of the womens guild who are less than enthused by his last minute substitution and by his topic of chat. Thing is, though, that after his effusive introduction from Celia Imrie this rather weary looking schoolmaster strays off his point and starts to offer them a rather revelatory glimpse into his thirty-three year marriage. This is clearly a period that he looks back upon fondly, well contentedly, well maybe not either? Indeed, maybe hes actually never liked any of it? He has six daughters, or is it seven? He likes pancakes, or does he? His stroll to the window causes the hitherto scattered audience to congreg...