The story goes that Douglas Maxwell was on holiday in Greece when he met a man in a bar. The guy was a DJ with ambitions to run his own club, but claimed to have another role.
“He said the way he was saving his money was by keeping an eye on the Brits abroad,” says Maxwell, who as a playwright is always on the lookout for interesting characters. “But Kalamaki was full of old people so there was nothing to do. I came away thinking, ‘Gold dust!'”
Perhaps a story is all this was. According to Maxwell’s wife, theatre producer Caroline Newall, nothing of the kind happened. Yes, they were on holiday in Zante, no doubt they visited a bar or two, but the rest is her husband’s imagination. [READ MORE]