I first met Lisa Westcott on the BBC in 1974 when she was a make-up assistant on Fall of Eagles and I used to be a novice assistant flooring supervisor. For me it was a vertiginous studying curve – A-list solid, formidable scripts, interval areas – however my overriding reminiscence is Lisa’s infectious power and by no means to be forgotten chortle. Plus the way in which she may cut back a hungover actor’s age by 20 years with only a pot of egg whites.
