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It’ll be a day of flags, banners and pomp. ‘It’s my job to unfurl the Union flag,’ he says proudly. ‘I’ll be in my morning suit and top hat and I have asked others beside me to do the same. It had got to the point years ago when some fellows were wearing open-necked shirts. Quite disgraceful! It’s a great occasion — as good as Ascot and really very moving — and it needs finery.’ The ambassadors absolutely love it, by all accounts. They get to meet some real people and by the end of the day are happily swapping phone numbers with the locals.
Sinden has attended 11 such celebrations and has adored Stratford ever since he started working there as a young actor just after the war. ‘I’ve always loved it. I met my wife Diana [Mahoney] there in 1947. I spotted her and said to myself, “Hello hello hello”, and thought she’d do nicely. I proposed to her later that season — after a performance of Twelfth Night — when we went for a very romantic moonlit walk over Clopton bridge. She fell about laughing. I tried again later and she accepted.
‘Very happy days they were in digs. The Scofields [Paul and Joy] were there — we all went up to Stratford together. Paul’s father knew mine very well as we lived nearby in Sussex. Paul’s death last month was indeed a blow. When Diana died four years ago, Paul read at the service from The Tempest and my old Stratford friend John Harrison read “Fear no more the heat o’the sun” from Cymbeline, which we’d done together.’ The Sinden family have had their share of sorrows. The family was shattered when 12 years ago their eldest son, the actor Jeremy Sinden (he played Boy Mulcaster in Brideshead Revisited), died of lung cancer, aged 45.
The two Sinden boys were marinaded in Shakespeare as they grew up. Donald once took his seven-year-old to Stratford to see Gielgud play Prospero. They went backstage afterwards. ‘If you’re so clever, why didn’t you magic yourself back to Italy?’ the little lad said, rather too perceptively. Gielgud thought about it and said, ‘Have a chocolate.’
Sinden’s classical career was interrupted in 1952 when he began eight years under contract to Rank Films, making his screen debut with Jack Hawkins in The Cruel Sea. But Stratford has been a constant factor and an old friend throughout his life. He’s full of stories about it. When he gave his Henry the Eighth there (‘bloody awful part’), the director suggested that he be a tad more regal. So one morning, finding no cream to put on his cereal, he barked, ‘See to it, wife, that I am not without cream tomorrow.’ He knew he’d cracked the part when she complained to the milkman, saying, ‘It’s all very well for you but I’m living with Henry the Eighth.’
He never, alas, played Falstaff but he was a famous Prospero, Benedick and Malvolio and a double award-winning Lear — a performance these days that is hard to contemplate, as one thinks of Sinden as a champion farceur with comedy eyebrows. In 1979 he was the last white actor in Stratford to play Othello. Does he regret this part now being off-limits to non-ethnic actors? ‘Yes, I jolly well do’, he harrumphs. ‘It’s political correctness gone mad. Does one have to be Scots to play Macbeth?’ He’s got a point, though from the photos his Othello looked hilarious — like a chocolate cornetto in a sauna.
The booming Sinden voice is the result of advice from an Edwardian stage veteran who told him ‘there’s many an actor sleeping rough on the Embankment for lack of an upward inflection’. His general fruitiness has made him meat for satirists. He was mercilessly pilloried on Spitting Image. When his puppet — a knighthood-obsessed Garrick club buffer — summoned a waiter and asked ‘Do you serve a ham salad?’ the waiter replied, ‘Yes, we serve salad to anyone.’ Although it was true that Sinden could never resist overmilking a laugh, the cruelty of the portrayal left his fond fellow actors baffled.
Scofield turned his knighthood down. But Sinden was thrilled to be offered his. It’s hard to imagine an actor who would enjoy one more. His unabashed view is that knighthoods are good for the theatre, an art form which he believes is fundamentally all about actors. He collects relics of the once famous. In Much Ado About Nothing he wore the same ring that Sir Henry Irving had used. In 1985 he was on flying form as Sir Percy Blakeney in The Scarlet Pimpernel, using the spyglass that the Victorian star Fred Terry had sported in the original production.
His collection of memorabilia is astonishing and his heart broke when he lost, in a burglary, prized items including the amulets worn by Edmund Kean as Byron’s Sardanapalus. ‘I would hand the rest of the stuff on to a young actor, but I can’t find any actors interested in theatre history,’ he says mournfully.
We’ve had his memoirs, but still to come is his book on Lord Alfred Douglas, Oscar Wilde’s boyfriend, who I had always assumed was an embittered and vicious old queen. That view is a travesty, says Sinden, who met Douglas in 1943 when he was old and living in reduced circumstances in Hove. They became chums. ‘Bosie took me over to Worthing to show me where Oscar had written The Importance. Oscar would extemporise as Lady Bracknell and he would be John Worthing. It’ll all be in the book.’
The postwar provincial Stratford theatre he knew is these days a multi-million-pound corporate concern with the RSC an ever expanding global brand. The birthday procession will pass the building site and battered remains of the famous pre-war red-brick theatre, whose ongoing and controversial £100 million redevelopment Sinden is angry about. ‘What was wrong with it? It was good enough for Olivier and Richardson. If it ain’t broke… but don’t get me started on that,’ he trails off.
Sinden is today patron of something called World Class Stratford, and his contribution to the town’s future is a proposal for a single-direction ring road to keep the lorries off his beloved Clopton bridge, and to have electric buses for the t ourists. For those who want to hear him in person he’s doing his talk about his life and times — Shakespeare and Me — on 27 April in Stratford, a one-man show guaranteed to be 100 per cent audible at the back. ‘Stratford has been a very important part of my life. One wants to acknowledge what Shakespeare has done for us all in the lovely town where he was born, lived and died.’
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