When nineteen year old Ronnie Barker threw up his steady job in an Oxford bank to act in a tatty Aylesbury theatre, he knew he was where he belonged Here he tells the droll, wickedly candid story of his years in repertory, in the days before television, when every rep company had its regulars and posters for a new play went up every week It was a golden age and, for him, a time of ladies loved and lost, lines forgotten, cues missed and ad-libs applauded