there’s a rather good profile piece on one of my utter favourites – joanna lumley – up on the guardian‘s website.
fell in love with lumley in her new avengers days, of course, when she played the lovely and luscious purdey. damn i wish they’d bring that lot out on dvd. never mind your diana rigg’s and your honour blackman’s, give purdey and give her now, say i.
one of my first clues, you might say.
Lumley has spoken before about the fact that she has throughout her career played good people, from the crime-fighting Purdey to the Bolly-swigging Patsy, via a brief turn as Ken Barlow’s love interest in Coronation Street. Add this to her Gurkha campaign and the 60 charities she supports, from Wateraid to Tibetan refugees, orphanages and schools, supporting the Pastoralists in the Horn of Africa and the Born Free Foundation, and you begin to sense that she is acutely aware of the importance of being good.
“God yes!” she says at the suggestion. “Terribly easy to be bad! It’s easy-peasy to kill something or break it! I’ve never been remotely impressed by people with guns killing people in films, it’s nothing to me. Of course you can kill people! I could get a gun out and shoot you dead now, you’re dead, it doesn’t make me powerful, it’s just completely stupid.” Indeed two years ago, she legendarily confronted a gunman in a Sheffield bar, engaging him in polite conversation until the police arrived. “Being good, however, is fabulously hard,” Lumley continues. “And we all fall off at every fence, you know? And there’s nothing wet about being good! I think sometimes there’s something quite wet about being bad!”
Badness, she explains, comes in various degrees. She rumples her brow. “I hate the hand that comes out of a car and just drops litter in the street,” she snaps. “I hate that! For some reason it just fills me with fury! It’s just utter laziness, lack of interest in other people, lack of interest in the planet, in the hedgehog who might eat the plastic bag, it’s a lack of concern.” Would she tell someone off? “Yes, but not horribly,” she says. “I would package it up and say, ‘I believe you dropped this.’” Her voice is buttery. “And if they were horrid I would think of a different way of dealing with it.” She pauses, smiles, leans a little closer. “I’ve got to tell you in service stations on big motorways I always clean up the ladies loo. I pick up all the bits of hankies, I tidy up the bins, I get using the towels, I clean the tops, I shut the doors, I pull the plugs . . . Because people live like animals. And surely if it looks nice people won’t go on making it look so bad? If you walk into a midden of filth maybe you just don’t care about it? But it does baffle me how people can behave so badly.”
total good egg, obviously. read the whole thing here.