August 9, 2011 by Paula Reed Nancarrow
…From a Welshman, no less. And amusing ones they were. I have to admit there were times I wished I was in a pub, rather than a theater. Though John filled the room with his voice, I wanted beer glasses and bar stools to bounce it off of, wanted to see him in a circle of friends with his elbow on a coaster, wanted the excitement of wondering if he was going to have his legs when it was time to slog home. (Because we all know that pubs are just around the corner, so no one has to drive.) He made the prospect so appealing that there was nothing for it after my own show was done but to go to the Town Hall Brewery for a pint. I was disappointed not to see him there.