Peter Jones - Tycoon.
Well
I hope you liked my two repeat posts – took me back to when I wrote
them, and I couldn't remember what I had written so it was a gentle
reminder of wilder days.
My
play went very well on Saturday; nothing went wrong, I seemed to be
on form and it was a full house. I followed the play with a Q&A
afterwards which went quite well.
One
thing about the Q&A which made me laugh – the second question
was from a woman in the front row and she asked - Is that your car
outside?
It was a Jag!!
- Not guilty, I said.
So
it was a success.
Well
a success in my world; it was what I had aimed for and more, it was a
chance to perform live in the theatre, which I think all actors
should do at least once a year, and it was good for the ego – yes
we certainly need that. Some actors just need to be recognised
in the street to feel good but I like to work.
But
what is success?
I
think any actor that works is successful. If you knew how many of us
are at it and how many of us never get a sniff you'd be surprised.
It's a disease we all have – it's a bit like going to Las Vegas and
winning a lot of money and being hooked on gambling for the rest of
your life.
We chose this kind of life so there's no good moaning when things
are not too good but I ask again what is success?
I
was listening to The Archers on the radio, last night and a
good friend of mine, whom I worked with in Night Must Fall in
1975, was in it for about 30 years; he died a couple of weeks ago and he loved being in show and was a success. I hadn't seen him
since about 1978 - so you can see how good a friend he was - but that's
what it's like being an actor.
You don't see people for years and
years and then when you see them again on a job it's as if you'd seen
them the day before.
Whilst
I was listening to The Archers, the television was on with the sound
turned down and even though I couldn't hear it I knew what the
programme was about.
An
entrepreneur called Peter Jones was meeting two businessmen and – I
presume – comparing ideas and getting to know them. One of the men
was a 'Lord' who owed 80 million pounds and was determined to pay it
all back. He drove a very posh car and ate in the best restaurants in
London and lived the life of a . . . lived the life of a Lord!
The
other was a working class businessman who had done very well for
himself. I have no idea what he did but there were photographs of him
as a boxer, years ago, and at one time he went into the ring with
Peter Jones and sparred.
Jones held the pads and the businessman hit
them.
This
fella had a huge house (I presume again) in Spain – in a sunny
climate in any case – where he had tennis courts and all the rest
of the paraphernalia, and a house with a swimming pool in Britain;
his business was in the London area and he drove a Bentley.
Now
that man, to me, was successful.
It was and is a different kind of success from my success on Saturday evening.
It was and is a different kind of success from my success on Saturday evening.
If
I was the working class businessman, above, I would be as delighted
as he was but Peter Jones was suggesting that he open more branches –
expand!
- Why don't you open a branch in Manchester? he asked
- Why don't you open a branch in Manchester? he asked
Now
why would he want to do that?
The
multi billion multi national companies that run the world just could
not stop their expansion, could they; just the thing Peter Jones
wanted the above fella to do?
He replied that he was happy as he was and I would be too - but isn't it a pity we let the big boys take over our world.
He replied that he was happy as he was and I would be too - but isn't it a pity we let the big boys take over our world.
The
Lord, mentioned above, was very comfortable years ago but how does
anybody get to owe 80 million pounds – that's £80,000,000; about
$120,000,000!!!!
I
will bask in the warm glow of my little success on Saturday and, as
it's a 'work in progress' I'll try and write down all I learned from
the performance for the next time.
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