He turned Art and The Play What I Wrote into smashes. Now he's handing out flyers for Charlie and Stan. But will pandemic-shy audiences come and see it? Reports of the death of the stereotypical West End producer have been exaggerated. I'm in Bath, sitting in the sun with impresario David Pugh, who is smoking fags, swilling vodka and coke, and whispering indiscreet showbiz gossip into my shell-like. What a lunchtim…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 01:36PM on August 6, 2021