ROSE OF NEVADA

Having returned to London from Cannes with the entirely clear and humbly accepted knowledge that I am a dyed-in-the-wool-“Nobody” (thankfully! Given I find life entirely confusing and befuddling as a “Nobody”, imagine the distress in which I might find myself if I had been anointed a “Somebody”… lucky escape, I say…), I was clear as to my purpose and pl…