Lloyd Evans talks to the warm, vibrant, vegetable-growing actor, teacher and director Caroline Quentin
Terminal fear. Rising nausea. And possibly vomiting. That’s what Caroline Quentin expects to go through on the opening night of her new play, Terrible Advice, at the Menier Chocolate Factory. ‘I’m really pretending it’s not happening at the moment,’ she tells me when we meet in the theatre bar.
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