i brought heather henry hereford, my son. they looked special. — heather henry hereford, my son. reford, my son. ti31: looked special, they wore make—up, the men! they painted theirfaces! the lights were so bright. this was intriguing! they were not like us and they were visitors to the town and they were visitors to the town and where did they go to? so, i started reading the stage newspaper and then i began to understand, there are all these theatres, all over the place! i think if you had to define what these little towns were like, in the north and elsewhere around the country, theatre would have to be a part of it. notjust professional theatre, there was the bolton theatre, school, of course, it was all available. and although to be an actor was an odd thing, my family would think to do, as a profession, my mother told her sister before she died, too young, that if ian became an actor, she would be happy because actors brought suchjoy an actor, she would be happy because actors brought such joy to the lives of people. and i have held onto that. �* , :, of people. and i have h