mostly david ephgrave

I was once name-checked during a performance of the musical Blood Brothers.   It’s worth clarifying that it wasn't an official mention. Willy Russell didn't sanction it. It also wasn’t uttered by a Nolan. It may have been a covert name-check, but it was a name-check nevertheless. I had a friend in the show at the time. I won’t tell you who he was, because I don't want to get Phil Maggs into trouble. One week, Phil played Orchard Theatre in Dartford. I took my dad to see it. My unexpected aural appearance took place during a scene set in an adult cinema (obviously). I listened to the actors on stage at first, before being gradually drawn toward the pornographic soundtrack. “Ooh…ahh…uhhh” went the woman in the film. “Oooh…ehh…Ephgrave” went the man. Had I heard that correctly? "Ephgrave...Ephgrave...EPHGRAVE." Apparently I had. It was at this point that I realised the grunting and groaning was coming from an off-stage booth. Phil was one of...