I never made that journey to Balham. So the scene in which I confess to them is invented, imagined. And, in fact, could never have happened… .because Robbie Turner died of septicemia at Bray Dunes on the first of June 1940, the last day of the evacuation…and I was never able to put things right with my sister Cecilia….because she was killed on the 15th of October, 1940 by the bomb that destroyed the gas and water mains above Balham tube station. So, my sister and Robbie were never able to have the time together they both so longed for… and deserved.
Answer: I can’t tell you that! (…) I can’t tell you, ‘cause it’s not fair to people who did it. ‘cause sometimes they’re amazing and you go “i don’t want their amazing performance to be tainted” by sort of kinda going like “oh yeah, i nearly played that part”. But sometimes they’re really bad! And you don’t want that to be tainted either, you know what I mean? But, no. Whatever it is, Whoever played the part you were meant to play or that you wanted to play or you nearly played or whatever, that’s their gig, that’s their thing. I don’t want people coming at me and saying “Yeah, I should have gotten the part in Atonement” or whatever. Get lost, mate! my part. Suck my- hairy ones.