Iole is reading a version of Twefth Night, written for children by lois Burdett. I studied Shakespeare for years at school, and Twelfth Night was one our GCSE texts. But years later, all I could remember were Malvolio’s yellow tights. Clearly, I retained the play just long enough to write an exam, and then poof, it all disappeared. But to this day, when I see a pair of yellow tights, it’s Malvolio that I think of. They’re hard to pull off — few outside Malvolio have.