I never had an Auntie Mame. I had a Great Auntie Famie who, thanks to a childhood lisp, I called Mamie. Which is close enough.
Of course Mamie was busy being the youngest of a hundred odd children begat by a working class miner in West Lothian who, when she hit pensionable age, looked after me from the age of 3. Whereas Auntie Mame was busy being flamboyantly played by Beatrice Lille on the stage.
I know which one I preferred. In the meantime you can peruse the theatre programme thanks to the magic of the internet and a flipbook thing which is over here.




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