Baker Street Saturday - Jeremy Brett's Fan Letter To Himself
How cool is this guy?
I don't know if anyone deserves credit for sharing this with the world but if someone does - thank you for sharing this with the world!
"One incident that David Burke recounted brought the house down at The Northern Musgraves' Jeremy Brett Memorial Lunch. It is a tale that reveals not only Brett's humour and eccentricity, but also his endearing, self-effacing qualities:
Jeremy said to me on one occasion, ‘I was feeling so low the other day that I sent myself a fan letter.'
‘Are you serious?’
‘I'm absolutely serious.’
‘What did you write to yourself?’
‘"Dear Jeremy,
I would just like to say what a wonderful actor you are. Your Sherlock Holmes puts every other attempt at the part in the shade. Basil Rathbone is not fit to clean your boots; and Douglas Wilmer and Robert Stephens should beg you to give them lessons. You're much prettier than all of them, for a start. There is only one word for your performance — magic. Please send me a signed photograph.
Yours,
Joe Bloggs.
P.S. I've heard that you're really a nice person, too."’
‘Did you really write that?’
‘Yes, I did.’
‘Did you send it?’
‘Yes. I put a first-class stamp on it. I wanted to get it as soon as possible. It came the next morning.’
‘And did you read it?’
‘Of course I read it. I read it a dozen times. I felt wonderful afterwards.’
‘Well, did you send yourself a signed photograph?’
‘David, I may be mad — but I'm not barking mad! In any case, the bugger didn’t send a stamped addressed envelope!’”
I don't know if anyone deserves credit for sharing this with the world but if someone does - thank you for sharing this with the world!
"One incident that David Burke recounted brought the house down at The Northern Musgraves' Jeremy Brett Memorial Lunch. It is a tale that reveals not only Brett's humour and eccentricity, but also his endearing, self-effacing qualities:
Jeremy said to me on one occasion, ‘I was feeling so low the other day that I sent myself a fan letter.'
‘Are you serious?’
‘I'm absolutely serious.’
‘What did you write to yourself?’
‘"Dear Jeremy,
I would just like to say what a wonderful actor you are. Your Sherlock Holmes puts every other attempt at the part in the shade. Basil Rathbone is not fit to clean your boots; and Douglas Wilmer and Robert Stephens should beg you to give them lessons. You're much prettier than all of them, for a start. There is only one word for your performance — magic. Please send me a signed photograph.
Yours,
Joe Bloggs.
P.S. I've heard that you're really a nice person, too."’
‘Did you really write that?’
‘Yes, I did.’
‘Did you send it?’
‘Yes. I put a first-class stamp on it. I wanted to get it as soon as possible. It came the next morning.’
‘And did you read it?’
‘Of course I read it. I read it a dozen times. I felt wonderful afterwards.’
‘Well, did you send yourself a signed photograph?’
‘David, I may be mad — but I'm not barking mad! In any case, the bugger didn’t send a stamped addressed envelope!’”