I was saddened to hear of the unexpected death of Pete Postlethwaite, one of our finest British actors, and a favourite of mine who I was lucky enough to see in his one man show, Scaramouche Jones, at the Arts Theatre, Cambridge, a few years ago. He was only 64 and had been having treatment for testicular cancer.

I loved his quirky features and all his thunderous perfomances were tremendous and memorable. I first saw him in the film Brassed Off and instantly became a huge fan of the former Shakespearean actor, particularly in Dickens television adaptions. I shall order a dvd of his film In the Name of the Father, which tells the story of the Guildford Four and the IRA pub bombing which was nominated for many awards, and I have not yet seen.

Pete’s death leaves a huge void in the acting world.