Tom Hollander’s first meeting with a theatrical agent didn’t turn out quite how he expected
It was the late Eighties and it paid to be brash. But I wasn’t brash I was green. Just down from university and wearing a second-hand double-breasted suit I had a meeting with London’s Most Powerful Agent.
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