As a destitute student and traveller in the U.K., back when the pound was strong, making the Irish elixir a crucial component of survival.
Had never heard of the Guinness gargle (although I vaguely remember waking up with a Guinness gargoyle on occasion), what a fantastic idea! Especially given the source.
As a destitute student and traveller in the U.K., back when the pound was strong, making the Irish elixir a crucial component of survival.
Had never heard of the Guinness gargle (although I vaguely remember waking up with a Guinness gargoyle on occasion), what a fantastic idea! Especially given the source.
Once removed from Olivier. How very fortunate. Really would have liked to have met that man in person. What an incredible life and talent.
Yes, I have worshiped Olivier all my life, since childhood. His student Terence Knapp, who was my teacher, was an amazing man himself. He had some lovely stories about Sir Larry and the other greats from back in the day during his time at RADA. None of which I can recall these days. Terry had embraced Olivier's spitting thing (read about it, he spat all over Merle Oberon whilst filming "Wuthering Heights", how terribly romantic). I learned to never sit in the front row without a raincoat, if Terry was giving a performance. Quite the shower bath. Smelling of Guinness, no doubt.
As a destitute student and traveller in the U.K., back when the pound was strong, making the Irish elixir a crucial component of survival.
Had never heard of the Guinness gargle (although I vaguely remember waking up with a Guinness gargoyle on occasion), what a fantastic idea! Especially given the source.
Once removed from Olivier. How very fortunate. Really would have liked to have met that man in person. What an incredible life and talent.
Yes, I have worshiped Olivier all my life, since childhood. His student Terence Knapp, who was my teacher, was an amazing man himself. He had some lovely stories about Sir Larry and the other greats from back in the day during his time at RADA. None of which I can recall these days. Terry had embraced Olivier's spitting thing (read about it, he spat all over Merle Oberon whilst filming "Wuthering Heights", how terribly romantic). I learned to never sit in the front row without a raincoat, if Terry was giving a performance. Quite the shower bath. Smelling of Guinness, no doubt.