From Africa Ch 07
London, 1951 ‘I have every recording you’ve released, and I just want to say how much I enjoy your music…’ I was trying to give this nice elderly woman my full attention, but my eye kept wandering to the crowd standing behind her, waiting to get the chance to meet me. ‘Thank you,’ I smiled at her, still distracted by the endless line of admirers. Anna was standing beside me, looking grim and disapproving as always. Mr. Stanley had arranged this entire event, and I had already been standing...