I Know Nothing: The Autobiography

I Know Nothing: The Autobiography

Andrew Sachs

Language: English

Pages: 336

ISBN: 1849546363

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


"A wonderfully inventive comic actor and a great farceur ...In Manuel he created one of the great comic characters." John Cleese Berlin, 1938. In a crowded restaurant a small boy watches fearfully as his Jewish father is arrested by Hitler's Gestapo. Days later, as Nazis burn and loot Jewish shops, his resourceful Catholic mother prepares an escape plan to take her family to England. So began Andreas Siegfried Sachs' life in London, a new life at times no less bizarre or madcap than the world of Fawlty Towers and its hapless Spanish waiter, Manuel. Now, as one of Britain's best-loved actors, Andrew Sachs recounts tales of his hilarious struggle to come to terms with all things English and his early foray into the world of showbiz, and goes behind the scenes of the infamous Torquay hotel. In time conquering stage, screen and radio, Sachs has appeared alongside a galaxy of stars including Rex Harrison, Norman Wisdom, Noel Coward, Alec Guinness, Richard Burton and Peter Sellers, and written award-winning radio plays, proving his talent and versatility again and again.A charming, laugh-out-loud funny and utterly compelling memoir which promises to delight devotees of Fawlty Towers, I Know Nothing! reveals the twists and turns of the truly fascinating life of Andrew Sachs, whose dignified response to the distressing intrusion into his private life by Russell Brand and Jonathan Ross has only served to enhance the British public's affection for him.

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Darwin might have been here to donate a giant tortoise from the Galapagos; explorers like Stanley and Livingstone would have brought a lion or two from Africa with them. I might meet a famous living explorer like the great Frank Buck, who trapped animals for zoos around the world and whose terrific book Bring ’em Back Alive I was reading. I knew it was more likely he was thousands of miles away in deepest Malaya trapping orang-utans and giant tapirs but oh, how I wished I could do that sort of

than happy eyes registered every precious detail of that afternoon – apart, that is, from his pallid complexion and sheer exhaustion which, I’m ashamed to say, I failed to spot immediately. We all rallied round the next few days and gave Father the best of good care and concern. Tom, always desperate to put school behind him, postponed his ambition to join the merchant navy in favour of getting a job – any job – to contribute to the housekeeping. But he wasn’t allowed to do so. Barbara was due

by one sleazy agent after another. Eventually, they have to pretend they are girls in order to get work. I have never had to go that far but I spent days walking up and down rickety stairs in the West End not getting anywhere. Then I had a piece of luck. A man I knew, who had an office just off Charing Cross Road, welcomed me not with the usual refrain that he had nothing for me but instead said, ‘Maybe I can help. Now the war’s over, we’re starting The Reunion Players in Bexhill-on-Sea.’ The

by one sleazy agent after another. Eventually, they have to pretend they are girls in order to get work. I have never had to go that far but I spent days walking up and down rickety stairs in the West End not getting anywhere. Then I had a piece of luck. A man I knew, who had an office just off Charing Cross Road, welcomed me not with the usual refrain that he had nothing for me but instead said, ‘Maybe I can help. Now the war’s over, we’re starting The Reunion Players in Bexhill-on-Sea.’ The

said, ‘What?’ Laughing, I soon realised I was to be the subject of the big red book. I was whisked off to the studios where I found Melody with a suit ready for me, so I changed, went into make-up and we got on with it. Eamonn Andrews was sweating so much throughout the recording he was dripping onto the book of my life. It was rather worrying, and I had to calm him down, just as Manuel had tried to calm Mr Fawlty sometimes. The show was, like all such shows, highly staged. Melody, Billy, John

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