John Gibson: Next best thing to a real war
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The museum will recreate life on the front line and stage “live battles”. Workshops will teach you how “make, do and mend”. Useful in today’s economic climate, in these down-on-our-uppers times.
I’m told you can dress up and pose for a wartime portrait.
The spirit’s grabbing me already. I’m swithering, thinking about de-mothballing the old Royal Air Force uniform.
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What I did in the war is still “classified”. They can put you away for flouting the Official Secrets Act.
Cumbersome
I suspected all along that Benedict Cumberbatch (real name), pictured, would prove problematic for the American press. The Washington Post’s valiant effort was Bandersnatch Cummerbund. My initial try, just when I was coming to terms with Engelbert Humperdinck, was Benny Dick Cabbagepatch.
Afterwords . . .
. . . courtesy of Placido Domingo: “I have commitments for the next three years but I don’t know. The voice is a mystery. It could be gone in a month, in six months or a year, or I could be singing for another four or five. I don’t pose that question to myself. I’m feeling fine. I have a lot respect for the public and a lot of respect for myself.”