Peter Wright’s excellent autobiography (written with Paul Arrowsmith) contains loads of juicy titbits, and there is something about being 90 that apparently frees you up and permits you saw whatever you like, which at 50 you might have thought twice about… though maybe Wright wouldn’t have blinked an eyelid about saying exactly what was on his mind even then.
There is no need to read between the lines when it comes to his comments about Kenneth MacMillan and John Cranko and the problem that both had with alcohol, or what he thinks about Deborah MacMillan’s modifications to his ballets.