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Оглавление‘NEW FACES, OLD HANDS’
Fletch and Godber discuss prison life.
GODBER: First time for me. Don’t know how I’ll get through.
FLETCHER: Cheer up. Could be worse. State this country’s in, could be free. Out there with no work and a crumbling economy. Think how ’orrible that would be. Nothing to do but go to bed early and increase the population.
FLETCHER: My beloved Isobel. The little woman. Well, she ain’t so little. I said to her the other day, ‘Isobel, I’ll never get over you, I’ll have to get up and go round.’
Memories …
‘In those days, before computers, we wrote in longhand on whatever was handy and then got it typed, correcting the text afterwards, if necessary. My handwriting is more legible than Ian’s so it was always me who wrote everything down; when we moved onto computers it was still me, which was fine because I preferred it that way.
‘One episode, “A Night In”, was written one evening at the Midland Hotel, Manchester. We were in rehearsals with our play, Billy. Other times, we wrote around my kitchen table, surrounded by dogs and children, and with lots of interruptions. Sometimes I went to Ian’s, other times he came to me. But wherever we were, it was always very chaotic.’
DICK CLEMENT
Memories …
‘Writing for Ronnie was the greatest fun we ever had, in terms of just the feedback. He possessed a writer’s brain as well as an actor’s and suggested the odd line or little ad-lib from time to time. He’d often do something and ask, “Is that alright?” After we’d stopped laughing, we’d reply, “Yes, Ronnie, fine.” I don’t think there was ever a moment when Ian and I looked at each other and said, “No, Ronnie, you can’t do that.” His instincts were spot on.
