Elizabeth Hurley deserves a damehood

With the boiling, broiling summer here in Provence now at an end, it’s time to start thinking about rehearsing for the tour of my one-woman show based on my new book, Behind the Shoulder Pads. The show opens in Newcastle next week. I’m looking forward to revisiting some of the places that I was evacuated to during the war. Cheltenham, for instance, where as a terrified six-year-old I had to start a strange new school all those years ago. In Brighton, I remember standing at the balustrade with my aunts, seeing the pebbled beach covered with barbed wire and wishing I could go swimming.

It’s always fascinating to interact with audience members during the shows and the most fun part of the evening for me is when the audience ask me questions. Live audience interaction can, on occasion, be tricky to handle. A new season of Strictly Come Dancing has begun so it feels like the right time to recall the day a very drunk Craig Revel Horwood insisted on coming on to the stage during my show.