JB Fact File: David Raymond William Huggins 

Born: 14th of August. 1959. 

Mother: Anna Massey.

Occupation: British cartoonist, illustrator and novelist.  

Wife: Madeleine Christie, married 2001

Children (Jeremy's grandchildren!): 
 born Nov. 1, 2002 and Iris born June 14, 2005

David's novels:

An article on David Huggins & Marc Quinn: here.

Here are some of David's comments about his parents in an interview in The Guardian, Nov. 14, 2001:

With little in common besides their careers and a sense of humour, my mother and father divorced when I was three, but for the remainder of my childhood, they appeared to get along surprisingly well. ...

Having no desire to stand out from the crowd, I kept quiet about my parents' work when I started school. It helped that my father acted under the name of Jeremy Brett, and my mother under her maiden name, Anna Massey. ... Among classmates, then, my own background seemed happily drab by comparison. My mother was a working single parent, but she mostly acted in the theatre in the evenings so we could spend the days together, and she turned jobs down if they conflicted with school holidays. My father took me out every weekend, and we'd often visit actor friends who had children of my age. 

There was a degree of camaraderie among the offspring of actors, and I soon came to appreciate my own parents' relative normality. 

When my father presented me with a motorbike for my 18th birthday, my parents happened to be working together on a television adaptation ofRebecca. My mother was so angry with him that they ignored each other for the entire filming. At the time, I took my father's side, but now my sympathies lie more with my mother. It was the first time they'd fallen out openly, and the row pinpointed the fact that they were, by nature, opposites. My mother is cerebral, cautious and organised, while my father was intuitive and impulsive. I suspect that the easy rapport they seemed to share when I was a child might be due to the fact that they were professional actors as well as caring parents. I can still hear them battling out their differences in my head: my father urging me to take risks; my mother advising me to think things through.

Photo taken after David's Christening at Chelsea Old Church    Jeremy Brett had this photo of his son David proudly displayed on the wall at this Clapham Common home.    

Noel Coward wrote In The Noel Coward Diaries of the seven-year-old David: 13th August 1967 -  Last night we dined with Adrianne and Bill and played the hiding game. The evening was ruined for us by dear little David who gave an exhibition of infant megalomania which was nauseating and went on relentlessly all through dinner. Bill was enraptured throughout, but Adrianne after a while got the message and tried to shut the little beast up, but with no success. He is a flagrant example of the 'children should be seen and not heard' theory. It isn't entirely the poor little bugger's fault, of course. Bill and Adrianne spoil him outrageously. Personally I should have liked to cleave his winsome little blond head in two with a meat axe. Unfortunately there wasn't one handy. I owe the fact that I have been virtually clamped to the loo all day entirely to him. He overstimulated my spastic colon into a state of gibbering hysteria. (From page 654. Many thanks to Piggy0024 for bringing this to light!)

From Stephen Fry's autobiography The Fry Chronicles, two very brief mentions of a promising young man he knew in Cambridge by the name of Dave Huggins. Along with a brief mention of his rather famous mum and dad:  

With the exception of one of our number we would have looked like, to an outside observer, as prize a parcel of punchably pompous and buttoned-up arseholes as ever was assembled in one place. The exception was a bondage-trousered, leather-jacketed, henna-haired youth called Dave Huggins. He looked like the kind of punk rocker you would cross the King's Road in Chelsea to avoid. Despite being far and away the friendliest and most approachable of our group he scared the hell out of me and I think out of everybody else too. Something in my booming voice and apparently confident manner seemed to appeal to him, however, or amuse him at least, and he dubbed me the King.
For all his forbidding street aspect, Dave had been to school at Radley, one of the smarter public schools; in fact most of us in the English literature intake had been privately educated.


Dave Huggins stopped me in Walnut Tree Court one afternoon.
'"My mum's coming to see your play tonight."
"Is she?" I was surprised. Dave wasn't in the drama world, and it seemed odd for a parent to come to a production that her child wasn't in.
"Yeah. She's an actress."
I consulted my memory to see if I could offer any data on an actress called Huggins. It had no suggestions. "Er...well. That's nice."
"Yeah so's my dad."
"Might I know them?"
"Dunno. They both use acting names. She's called Anna Massey and he calls himself Jeremy Brett."
"B-but...good God!"
Anna Massey, coming to see me in a play? Well not expressly to see me, but coming to play that I was in.
"Your father won't be there as well, will he?"
"No, they're divorced. He's gay."
"Is he? Is he? I didn't...well, well. Goodness. Blimey. My word.
I tottered off, numb with excitment.

(You can purchase Fry's autobiograph from all good book shops or online at amazon. Many thanks to ObsidianButterfly for autobiography extracts)

About David's wedding, from page 243 of Anna Massey's autobiography:  One of the happiest tales that I have to relate happened on 9 June 2001. This is the day when David married Madeleine Christie….    Their wedding day was the joyous occasion that you would expect. At the time they lived in Jeremy's old penthouse in Clapham, and Maddie had decorated the entire apartment herself, softly coloured ribbons twisted around the banisters, beautiful mobiles were suspended from the ceilings and there were flowers in every corner, imaginatively arranged. Guests wandered through all the rooms and on to the roof garden, and as dusk descended, soft lights gave an added glow to the proceedings….