Disclaimed at birth and later given the heave-ho by his family, Gerard Benson constructed a life that was vigorously independent. Much of the earlier half was harrowing or sad, with an up-against-it piety. The latter part, with his wife Cathy, approached lyrical happiness. Linking was all was the absurd profession of jobbing bard and journeyman maker to which, seemingly, some of us are born. It is all beautifully tabulated here, as is his rolloicking acting career.