It’s noisy here in the bar at the Old Vic; the air is teeming with thespy gossip and laughter and clinking glasses.
It’s noisy here in the bar at the Old Vic; the air is teeming with thespy gossip and laughter and clinking glasses. I’m sitting in a corner with the actress Rachael Stirling, who is drinking white wine and talking about her new play, An Ideal Husband.

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