Mad dogs and Englishmen
THE media publicity for John Michael Swinbank's current one-man show at the Fringe Theatre (until Saturday), which highlights the lyrics and music of Sir Noel Coward, caught up with him yesterday morning on the Star Ferry.
Staring dreamily at the Peak - a location much to Sir Noel's liking - while he crossed the harbour, Swinbank was nudged by a fellow traveller who inquired: ''Aren't you the Noel Coward who is performing in Hongkong this week?'' Recovering smartly in a style that the great man himself would have been proud of, Swinbank countered: ''That's right - and I've been dead for 20 years!'' Later that same day Swinbank was spotted wearing a silk dressing gown and pirouetting by a long mirror at Gieves & Hawkes in Central, cigarette-holder daintily placed in his hand.
We will give him the benefit of the doubt and assume this show of exotic behaviour was all in the cause of his art.