Radio review: Last Word; Private Passions
When stars die, it’s sad. But at least you get to hear their work again in the tributes When I was a kid, the only way to see films, outside of the cinema, was when they were shown on telly, so the ideal news you could receive was of the death of a major film star. We’d run about the house going “Cary Grant’s gone! Yesssssss! Goodbye Six O’Clock news, hello North by Northwest!”, as a commemorative season hit the schedules. Then we had feel bad because he was dead. Now that I have a DVD player, I mainly get ...
