To recap: it's September 1995. We'd just survived eight months in France and then
this happened. Someone stole my identity and grabbed our life savings. Now we're waiting for a fax of all the forged correspondence to arrive...It was Wednesday, the sun was shining and not a dustman in sight
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At one point in the investigation I decided that it wasn't Moriarty I was up against but Brian Rix (who, for those who aren't British and over 40, was the master of theatrical farce.)
It was a very strange investigation:)
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I recall he either had a handicapped son, or adopted a handicapped child.
But, yes, he was the quintessential actor of farce. Usually seen pulling trousers down, or up, depending on which part of the scene it was.
I can't wait for the continu.......ing storrrrrrrrrrrry of your amature sleuthing.
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