By Ray Bennett
One afternoon in 2004 or so, I was in one of my local London pubs, The Cock and Bottle in Notting Hill. The saloon bar was empty except for me and the actor Nicol Williamson.
We sat with our pints at separate tables and I could not resist breaking the silence. ‘May I say hello?’ I said. ‘Hello,’ he said in his deep and distinctive midlands voice with echoes of his Scottish birth. Continue reading