My Tutu Went AWOL tells how being overheard practising Schubert in an Aldeburgh police lock up led the author to a royal concert on H.M.S. Victory and then to a misguided tour dancing the Sugar Plum on UK military bases around the warzones of Iraq and Afghanistan.
‘Holding tent overnight in Basra. Got told off by the Sergeant Major for drying my ballet tights on the anti-blast wall. “This is my beautifully administered camp, sunshine. Not a wash to wear for a west end Wendy”.
What was that noise?
Camels going through the bins?
No, actually, it’s ack ack ack ack ack. Ack. Ack…doof! Where’s the nearest hard cover for an insurgency attack again?’
As heard on BBC Radio 4 Saturday Live, Woman’s Hour, Loose Ends and Midweek.
‘Only the divinely unique Iestyn Edwards could be in a tutu in war-zones and write about it so perfectly. Fascinating, moving and completely hilarious.’ Miranda Hart
‘A rare and perfect synthesis of artiness and larkiness!’ The Times
‘Achingly funny.’ Daily Mail
‘Extremely funny – and fascinating. An enchanting and unlikely mixture of showbiz memoir, war reportage and bromantic comedy.’ ***** Piers Torday