earthquake 28 February 2008
I lived through an earthquake once, in Birmingham of all places. I was filming a double episode of DALZIEL AND PASCOE and in the middle of the night my hotel room and, in particular, my bed began to jolt about. At first, I thought that perhaps the couple next door were indulging in an above average bout of energetic early hours’ delight, so much so that even I was feeling the earth move. Then I wondered about a bomb. But it was all so brief that I slipped back into slumber and in the morning was told we’d had a quake of 4.7 on the Richter scale.
Actually I stood beside a Japanese woman once in the British Museum at an exhibition about quakes. We got onto a moving exhibit that replicated a supermarket during an earthquake near her hometown. It wasn’t all that violent, to be honest, but it obviously brought back a lot of memories and by the end I had my arms around her shushing her sobs.
Today is the 10th anniversary of Dermot Morgan’s death. We all still miss him hugely. Do raise a toast in his honour.
