James Haddrell sees himself as fundamentally a storyteller. “When I was at school in Poole I wrote a few small things for performance, but I was never interested in acting. What I love – really love – is directing which is, of course, just another way of telling stories,” he says warmly.
James and I chatted in the deserted, cold light of the Greenwich Theatre bar over cups of tea on a winter’s morning. The detritus from the very successful pantomime, Dick Whittington, is piled into, and spilling out, of boxes and bags nearby. The show ended only a week or two before my meeting with James. “We’re in the process of sorting that out,” James tells me. Elsewhere in the building are the sounds of various people working. It…
