Warner again, as an army officer coping with cantankerous Irish soldier Nicol ‘I can sing just like Al Bowlly!’ Williamson, a drunken old shithouse who won’t take orders from no wet-eared ponce. Add Peter Vaughan, Ian Holm and John Thaw to the emotional tinder box, and it gets tense indeed. To make matters even worse, Eddie Yates is doing the cooking. The whole thing works rather well. Audiences, though, evidently weren’t ready for Williamson’s unsympathetic, starey histrionics.