Concern grows over Hugh Bonneville

AFTER REPEATEDLY TELLING THE NEPHEW — we’ve been “bubbling” — that I couldn’t wait for a time when the pair of us again saw a live show, imagine my delight when he recently proudly produced two pristine tickets at breakfast. “Lloyd Webber’s Cinderella?” I enthused. Closer examination revealed the young rogue had in fact purchased — on my credit card, no less — two tickets for an August pop music festival in Reading. While struggling to contain one's rage (he knows full well I was the only boy at school who objected to The Beatles getting the MBE) I believe I managed to disguise my true feelings on the matter. Doubtless the randy little blighter’s banking on me agreeing to pass on the said invitation, enabling him to instead accompany some frivolous filly at my expense. Well, the game’s afoot!