Alan Tristram writes that it all started in lockdown with a read-through of Julie Andrew’s autobiography ‘Home.’
If you haven’t read it, get it – and our local libraries can help.
‘Home’ is the most searing honest account of a show-businees family that I’ve ever read.
How can I know? Well, Julie Andrews writes about normally taboo topics within the family.
The stepfather from hell
She describes how her stepfather tried — and luckily failed — to abuse her when she was just nine years old.
The book’s got a message for the ‘Me Too’ generation: That here is another example of a man not to be trusted, even within his own family.
The book is much more, of course, giving Julie’s account of her early life, living in often difficult and dangerous circumstances.
Her account of nights spent in an Undergroud station while German bombers droned overhead is rivetting.
And then there were the weary years spent performing in rundown theatres up and down Britain as the music hall era drew to a close.
While reading, my wife Helen would exclaim. ‘I remember her mother Barbara and Don (Julie’s stepbrother).’
Because the law of six degrees of separation has been kicking in.
Six degrees of separation is the idea that all people on average are six, or fewer, social connections away from each other.
In Julie Andrew’s case, she lived much of her early life in Walton-on-Thames in Surrey. My wife Helen lived in Walton too. And thereby hangs a tale.
But that’s a story for another day…