Standing in the queue at the Espresso coffee bar, I found myself beside Alan Bennett. We shook hands so I could tell my grandchildren. He asked what I had been writing lately and I complimented him on his latest work – in my dreams – the meeting was real, the handshake real but it was my friend Brian who told Alan he had taken part in a recent reading of “Marius” which I had translated from the French of Marcel Pagnol. You can see what kind of a fist I made of it under the heading “Plays” on the website. Let me know what you think.