It is a mark of time’s ravages that I not only remember coming across Jeffrey Bernard (1932-1997) in Soho back in the 1980s but actually attended the opening run of Keith Waterhouse’s dramatisation of his life and times, first staged as long ago as 1989 with Peter O’Toole in the lead. The title itself, as any journalist beyond the age of 40 will know, derived from the rubric printed in The Spectator whenever illness, alcoholic excess or, increasingly, a combination of the two meant that Bernard’s legendary “Low Life” column remained unfiled.With John Hurt replacing O’Toole, this very welcome revival (15 August) was high on authenticity. From the opening moments, in which, kicked out by the latest significant other (“She could have been the f