Winston Graham–who would have been 112 today (!)–and all things Poldark have featured in my life since the day I walked into BBC-TV Centre, for my first audition for the role of Ross Poldark in January, 1975.
Of course, I had no inkling then how significant the outcome of that test might be for me.
I wrote about it in Making Poldark:
It was a lovely sunny day, I remember, and I was going to an interview at the BBC. Another interview! I’d been to hundreds before. I’d been to three in this particular building—and I’d got all three jobs. What had my agent said? It’s for a thing called Poldark, written by a man whose name rang a bell—Winston Graham—and set in 18th century Cornwall.
I sat facing the sun in the producer’s office, my eyes twitching, and thinking of the third degree. As always happens, he covered the awkwardness of the situation by giving me an outline of the story while looking me up and down and through and through. The subtext of first interviews is always more interesting than the scene itself.
“Thanks for coming in. Of course, I’m seeing others for this part….I want to get it right—but very good to meet you at last. I’ve wanted to use you for some time.”
I found a bookshop in Gloucester Road, bought the books and attacked Ross Poldark for the rest of the afternoon.
I went through two more of these interviews and read a scene or two for the directors. By the end of the third interview I was quite keen to get the part.
The rest is history–a history that keeps refreshing itself.
Bonne Anniversaire, Winston!
I have much to thank you for.