I went to Salvador Dali’s home-cum-studio in Cadaques, Spain a few years ago, while on a writing retreat. I didn’t like Dali, but was curious. The best thing there was his wardrobe covered with dried mustard flowers, and that wasn’t done by him, but a workman who renewed it every few years. In fact I liked it so much, I treated my own wardrobe to sprays of dried white flowers. But Dali’s paintings I find banal, and suspect. I had a fantasy of a right-wing hotelier retiring nearby, and meeting a right-on type wanting to run creative writing workshops. These would be as bad as my friend and teacher Anne Aylor’s are good. And so, a story took hold, incorporating Dali and his awful paintings. Tell Not Show is read by that great actor Peter Wight, who is Cyril Fealty.