YM

А потом я Интернет Архив заодно проверила на предмет YM фд — и там было % > C Ютуба эпизоды сносят, поэтому там только короткие отрывки есть, а на Вебархиве вот лежат спокойно все три сезона Yes Minister: https://archive.org/details/yes-minister-1980-1984 правда, без субтитров Сиквел Yes, Prime Minister есть тоже: https://archive.org/details/s-01-e-07-jobs-for-the-boys/Christmal+Special+Party+Games+(1984).mkv + мемуары сэра Найджела: https://archive.org/details/straightface0000hawt/page/n5/mode/2up У меня есть на книжной полке бумажная версия, но я только один раз читала, и когда листала на сайте, наткнулась там на несколько безумную историю из ~ конца 1950-х, которую уже не помнила: про театральную фанатку, которая устроилась на работу в отделение связи на почту и подслушивала его телефонные разговоры: «After some months the demanding nature of my relationship with Bruce was starting to worry me. Beginning to feel trapped, I had made up my mind not to stay too long at Northampton and told Jobie so when we spoke on the phone. A week or so later, I was called into the producer’s office. There was a rumour going round town that I was leaving. Was it true? By that time, I had decided to stay another three months so I was able to deny it, but couldn’t help wondering where the story had come from. I was soon to find out. I was on the phone to another friend when I became aware that there was a third party involved at the other end of the line. I could hear breathing. I put two and two together. One of my fans, a young girl called Jill, had begun to work at the Post Office. I made a guess. ‘Jill? Is that you?’ I asked. There was a long pause. Then a breathy voice replied, ‘Yes.’ ‘Have you been listening to my conversation?’ I asked. ‘Yes,’ came the reluctant reply. ‘I always do.’» Из главы про съёмки YM, про BAFTA и Эддингтона занятное: «Paul had been nominated too. It was unfortunate that we should both have been selected for the same category; we were a team and should never have been put in competition. I won four times for Sir Humphrey, and each time it was against Paul. I knew how desperate he was to get the award so it became increasingly difficult to know what to say to him. He told me once that he’d been in Australia on the night of the awards attending another function, when someone raced in calling out, ‘You’ve won! You’ve won!’ Paul told me with a wry smile that he’d promptly bought champagne for the whole assembly, only to be told twenty minutes later, ‘I’m sorry, mate. It was the other one.’ Paul was very good at telling jokes against himself. He was once cutting the hedge outside his home in Muswell Hill, when a lady stopped to congratulate him on the performance he’d given in a play shown on television the previous evening. ‘You were wonderful!’ she told him. Paul told me that he’d glowed, thanked her profusely and was about to continue with the hedge when she added, ‘You’re usually so wooden.’»