From Runcorn to Crewe, John Brealey was treated to the spectacle of Ken Dodd's singular lunch and then a near-private show
I met Ken Dodd one Friday in 1992. I was travelling by train from Liverpool to my home in Wiltshire. On boarding the train at Lime Street, I secured one of four empty seats with a table and settled down to read my book in peace until I changed at Crewe. Or so I thought. ...
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