School days from High School to University to work are of a piece. Perhaps the experience is made particular by the chosen discipline and it curbs some inclinations and enhance others. Its pretty much about luck in the best of times. We are fortunate to have Richard in our time line.
LAMDA at Tower House
I first moved to London in 1995, when I won a place on the Three-Year Acting course at the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art (LAMDA). During those next three years, I got to know West London pretty well. Earls Court, High Street Kensington, Hammersmith – my fellow students and I owned those mean streets. We strode down Chiswick High Road in our baggy dance trousers and character shoes, talking too loudly about David Mamet and Alexander Technique, confident in the belief that in just a couple of years, we would be far too famous to get around without security and a smoked-glass Range Rover.
But there was one place we got to know better than anywhere else. From our first audition to the very last performance, all the most significant events of our time at LAMDA took place at the MacOwan Theatre…
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Nowhere in Particular RA 