My friend was right. Jack Charles is diminutive.
I had no idea it was essentially a solo.
It was fantastic in every aspect. The set, the score, himself, his tea, bed, pots, shoes.
It's a cold night in Brisbane.
Jack Charles brings up a matter close to heart. Of criminals, few people are willing to accept you have done your time. There is no full stop the day you have 'paid up' whether its jail, soup kitchens or the fine. There is an endless processing of stickybeaks feeling that they ought to know, or someone ought to watch you, or that it needs to be laid out on the table to be re-examined whether it is because you want a job, teach some kids or just be near certain kinds of people or situations.
It was touching to know that after the documentary was shown by MIFF and on ABC of him that hundreds of people got in contact with him and sent him photos of himself as a boy. Can you imagine?
Actually, I love this saying right now, "Can you imagine?"
There seems to be an image of some American woman of the 40s saying that.
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