Having a drink with two male friends the other day, I experienced one of those mini epiphanies that made me see, not for the first time, what really makes intelligent men tick. One was a respected journalist with a new baby and a passion for opera, the other a literary critic who has recorded several programmes for BBC4. They were idly flicking through a tabloid newspaper that had been left on the bar.
Actress Celia Imrie, 62, likes to wear fairy lights and old cardigans — though not at the same time. Seeing a family out for lunch and the children are on their phones playing games. Or people walking round with things in their ears so they crash into you.
Her big girls never came out to say hello until she broke the half-century mark in Calendar Girls It was worth the wait. Calendar Girls - as Celia.
I recently had the chance to talk to Imrie about "Finding Your Feet," her time in Hollywood, and her selfish reaction to the death of Wood back in I just wanted you to know that "Finding Your Feet" is the perfect film for an expat. It is so English and feel-good.
From the moment that their naked haunches launched a thousand "And finallys" on news bulletins across the globe, it was inevitable that movie treatment would be lavished upon those Daleswomen who modelled in the buff for a Women's Institute calendar. How could any self-respecting film producer resist such a plot? The characters are a gaggle ofmiddle-class, middle-aged Yorkshire ladies, the sort you might encounter at a whist drive in Wetwang.