Brushing up against the peerage

How I very nearly* became Lady Charlton

About a decade ago I had my first play up in London, it ran for a month. By the third week it was selling very nicely indeed and attracting all kinds of interesting people. We had the usual scene faces in, and legitimate theatrical critics, even a member of S-Club 7, though I can’t remember which one. My director, Fran*, was a real Oxbridge bohemian; fu…