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“I paid my dues at drama school and worked backstage in every theatre in London.”

School Drama Paid Dues London Theatre

Author:Richard O'Brien

“My first paid job was delivering newspapers. The first paid acting job I got was dressing up as Edam cheese and handing out leaflets on London's Oxford Street. I got pushed over by these little herberts and given a good shoe-in.”

Firsts Littles Jobs Given Acting Streets Paid Shoes London Newspapers Cheese Dressings Delivering Oxford Dressing Up Good Shoes Oxford Street

Author:Jason Flemyng

“I never really thought comedy was a career option, just something I did for fun. Suddenly I realised I was getting paid which was a bonus. I studied for a diploma with the London College of Music, and teaching was something I thought I might do but comedy intervened.”

Might Fun Careers Comedy Teaching College Paid London Realised Bonus Diploma

Author:Bill Bailey

“London grew into something huge and contradictory. It was a good place, and a fine city, but there is a price to be paid for all good places, and a price that all good places have to pay.”

Pay Cities Huge Fine Grew Paid London Contradictory Good Place

Book:Neverwhere: A Novel

Source: Neverwhere: A Novel

“I was under the impression that I warned you that in London country ways will not do, Frederica!” “You did!” she retorted. “And although I can’t say that I paid much heed to your advice it so happens that I am accompanied today by my aunt!” “Who adds invisibility to her other accomplishments!”

Way I Can Country Happens Today Advice Paid Add London Impression Accomplishment Aunt Heed Invisibility

Author:Georgette Heyer

“On a cold, fretful afternoon in early October, 1872, a hansom cab drew up outside the offices of Lockhart and Selby, Shipping Agents, in the financial heart of London, and a young girl got out and paid the driver. She was a person of sixteen or so--alone, and uncommonly pretty. She was slender and pale, and dressed in mourning, with a black bonnet under which she tucked back a straying twist of blond hair that the wind had teased loose. She had unusually dark brown eyes for one so fair. Her name was Sally Lockhart; and within fifteen minutes, she was going to kill a man.”

Source: The Ruby in the Smoke: A Sally Lockhart Mystery