I’ve written my stagedoorscribbler blog elsewhere for years. Now I’m moving it in-house. It’s a name I rather like and one that was indirectly bestowed on me by no lesser performer than ballet legend Rudolf Nureyev.

To discover the reason just take a look elsewhere on this site at my Septembert 2018 post titled ‘From leap to freedom to dance of death – tragic final days of ballet star Nureyev’.

It recalls an occasion back in 1991 when a stricken Nureyev, ageing, deep in denial and dying of AIDS, brought a defiant evening of rather poor ballet to the British provinces.

I was despatched to review a show in Bournemouth. It was so bad that dozens of people of walked out. Many demanded their money back. I confronted Nureyev at the stage door and wrote a piece for the next day’s paper revealing the sad decline of the once great dancer.

Inevitably perhaps the story outraged some fans who were furious that a mere hack like me should have the temerity to criticise the performance of the brilliant Nureyev. Memorably one incandescent letter writer dismissed me as “a mere stage door scribbler”. Voila! A new byline was born.

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