Are you My Mother? [antikvár]

'No, don't look right at the camera. Look at me. Just imagine that it's you and me, having a normal chat. It's not an interview. I'm just asking you questions, like a mate would, over a drink. OK? Ready? Right: let's start with you telling me why you've decided to look for your birth mother, after all these years.' 'But you already know that. I told you last week.' 'Emma. Pretend you haven't told me anything yet.' 'Well, I suppose I - um . . . oh, damn it. Sorry.' 'Don't worry about the pauses, I can edit them out afterwards.' '. . . I'm sorry. I can't get the words out. Didn't I tell you that I'm really . . . what's that word which means you can't speak? Inarticulate. I'm really inarticulate under pressure.' 'Emma, there's no pressure. Ignore the camera.' 'But I don't want to be on TV! Turn it off. I've changed my mind. My rash is coming up. I'll be all blotchy. . .' 'Let's try again in five minutes. I'll make us some coffee.' But would I ever be able to tell Mack about all the 13