First-time author David Slade at 60, will blow the minds of his childhood contemporaries. His headmaster had him destined for a very ordinary life on the end of a broom, but after a wide career that has seen him have the need for armed guards in Manchester and daily commutes to Scotland, it is his passion for arts and in particular writing which led him to write The Third Tunnel as a stage show during the early 2000s, with the Company of A Class Act Theatre in Newbury, David’s hometown, staging the show on several occasions in the local theatres. David’s mum and dad met at the local Corn Exchange during their pantomimes and his grandfather, a cockney who’d moved from London after the Blitz, would operate the Box Office at this time, David has theatre very much ingrained.
Why would Alby even think about peeing in Reenie’s uncle’s best Sunday suit? OK, he’d lost all his clothes and his house, but did he have to lose his flamin’ dignity too?However, not only did the lovely Reenie have an eye for putting together a sharp whistle, she was after all the local Plod...
