Joanna Lumley

Joanna Lumley

No Room for Secrets

Language: English

Pages: 167

ISBN: 2:00264185

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Patsy Stone in Absolutely Fabulous; Purdey in The New Avengers; Bond Girl in On Her Majesty's Secret Service; Sapphire in Sapphire and Steel; a castaway in Girl Friday; actress; model; writer; campaigner; inventor; TV presenter and journalist: Joanna Lumley has played many roles in her lifetime, but rarely had the opportunity to reveal her true self.

Intimate, funny, intriguing and moving, No Room for Secrets is a more surprising and revealing autobiography than any sensational 'kiss and tell' memoir you will ever read. Inside you will find the real Joanna Lumley.

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eight or nine. This is the drawing John Ward did of Jamie when he was twelve – he drew him in his lovely cluttered studio in Kent and you can see familiar landmarks that turn up in many of John’s paintings: a classical bust with a straw hat slung on, a low day-bed and, by chance, this beautiful birdcage, at which Jamie is staring intently while the canaries hop and peck inside. He’s a wonderful model – perhaps because I trained him when he was very small, perhaps because he has the right quality

much what we made up on the spot: a certain way of adjusting your knee socks, or doing your hair or making up your eyes… if it worked, it was in. We carried about our model books as well, filled with what we hoped would be our passport to success: an extended advertising campaign for Pringle knitwear, some good headshots from Supersoft hairspray ads, an editorial on coats photographed by Norman Eales. A lot of it was busking, chancing it, hoping they’d like your new hair-style (cut free on

playing, I think, which is largely down to Jennifer. Like all the best surprises, the role of Patsy came at me out of the sun. I was doing what I thought was good work, lucky-to-get-it work, in a West End play called Vanilla, and standing in for Wogan amongst other things. I was working with cracking people, was happily married, life seemed pretty gorgeous. Then two things happened in quick succession. First, Ruby Wax, whom I hadn’t met, came to see Vanilla (in which I played an Imelda Marcos

Granny Takes a Trip, to be succeeded by Mr Freedom, whose platform boots increased the height of many a glam-rock star by several inches. When we dressed we hoped to stop the traffic – or at least cause a small crash, as I did with gold stockings and lipstick on my eyelids in the Earls Court Road. Men were peacocks, led by Mick Jagger – and, actually, all the music scene. We cut each other’s hair, and turned up or took in each other’s trousers and skirts. The look was just this side of

bears, wildcats, wolves – is gone: so how dare we preach to them? Aren’t our rivers polluted by chemical waste, factory and farm effluent? Isn’t our countryside turning towards the American prairie-style farming where the topsoil blows away into the sea? Q. Let’s drop this now. A. What I loved about going back were the sounds of temple bells, the friendliness of people in the streets; and muezzins calling, and the smells of spices and frangipani blossoms, the sounds and smells of the bazaars,

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