The last thing Terry and I did together.
We sat in a car parked outside his office, and we were recorded by Dirk Maggs, sitting in the back. Terry couldn’t read his lines, so I read them to him, and he’ d act them back. Then I’d read one of my lines, and he’d think it was one of his and he’d do it too. It was strange and silly and odd, but no stranger, sillier or odder than anything else we’d done in the previous thirty years.