Sir Tom Stoppard, Sir Alan Ayckbourn, but plain Mr Alan Bennett. Is this because he painted a rather acerbic picture of the Queen (rather marvellously incarnated by Prunella Scales) in Single Spies, his play about Anthony Blunt? Any road up, he's probably too busy to put on a best bib and tucker and spend a day down at Buckingham Palace as he's busy with Talking Heads, a new series of television monologues. Not content with creating more marvels for regulars Thora Hird, Julie Walters, Patricia Routledge and Maggie Smith, he's found two new Bennett soloists: David Haig, and, in what should be a match made in heaven, Penelope Wilton. While waiting for these jewels, why not catch up on Philip Franks' new production of his 1986 play in which the dead Kafka, his larger-than-life father and his publisher suddenly pop up in the suburban home of an insurance agent.