Okay, picture this: Martin Shaw, in a cozy jumper, probably a bit tatty from gardening. He’s making tea. He’s reading a script, or maybe just a very long book about the Napoleonic Wars. That’s his vibe now.
He grows his own vegetables. I am not joking. The man who once shot a guy on screen (for justice!) now grows kale. He’s talked about his passion for gardening in interviews, and he sounds so pleased with his runner beans. It’s adorable.
Martin Shaw stars in Twelve Angry Men on the West End stage - BBC News
And get this—he bakes his own bread. I imagine him kneading dough with the same intensity he used to deliver court verdicts. “You are guilty… of being under-proved.” The man has layers, okay?
Is He a Hermit Now?
No, no, not a hermit. He still works. He just doesn’t live in the fame machine. He’ll pop up for a play in the West End, or a guest role on a big BBC drama. He travels back to London when he wants to, not when he has to.
He’s said he likes the balance. He gets his theatrical fix in the city, then bolts back to the country to decompress. It’s like he’s a wild animal who’s been successfully reintroduced to his natural habitat. Don’t cage him again!
He also does audiobooks. And because his voice is liquid gold, people buy them. He can record those from a shed in Norfolk. Modern problems require modern solutions, Martin.
