Leslie Phillips

There's something poetic about the sight of an old man chasing moths around a room cluttered with antique bronzes, glassware and sepia-coloured photographs. The man is Leslie Phillips, the room is on the ground floor of his Victorian house in Maida Vale, north London, the moths are... well, they're just moths. Phillips claps his freckled hands together and opens them slowly to inspect. 'Missed,' he says gloomily. 'This one's a sod. I do hate moths.' Even so, I can't help feeling that the moths Read more [...]