So there I am standing on the beach, watching waves roll in one after the other, the lights twinkling on the yachts moored a few hundred yards out, holding a lovely glass of actual Champagne … at a party for a movie in which my cousin Mark has played Joseph, father of Jesus.
Don’t believe me? Read my latest NOW blog post. It’s all in there.
Our grandparents would be so proud of him. They wouldn’t understand a minute of the film, but they’d be proud.