The most stupid play I encountered at school was the play some of us acted in in the sixth form. We had an English teacher who had been assistant stage manager at the local theatre for a couple of years, and she was very into drama and very popular, but I didn’t share her taste in literature, and at the same time for social reasons felt obliged to take the dreadful role of the chaplain in Christopher Fry’s The Lady’s Not for Burning. The title has since become famous because Margaret Thatcher (I’m looking forward to seeing Meryl Streep in that role) turned it into ‘The lady’s not for turning’. It was sort of wishy-washy 1950s poetry. I just discovered that Christopher Fry died recently at the age of 98. I still can’t forgive him though. I was embarrassed to appear in it.