Cast
The Little Ladies
- Rula Lenska—Nancy "Q" Cunard de Longchamps
- Julie Covington—Devonia "Dee" Rhoades
- Charlotte Cornwell—Anna Wynd
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- Emlyn Price—Derek Huggins (manager and songsmith)
- Angela Bruce—Gloria (member of Dee's commune)
- Billy Murray—Spike (Dee's boyfriend and commune member)
- Stephen Moore—Jack (Anna's boyfriend)
- Simon Jones—Juan (Pretentious waiter in restaurant/club)
- Beth Porter—Kitty Schreiber (Manager and rock empress)
- Gregory Floy—David Maxwell (Co-owner of SM records with Schreiber)
- Derek Thompson—Harry Moon (Song writer and mentor, 2nd series)
- "Little" Nell Campbell—Sandra (Schreiber's assistant)
- Sam Dale—Rawls (Singer with pub band Rox and Rawls)
- Sue Jones-Davies—Rox (Singer with pub band Rox and Rawls)
- Trevor Ward—The Angel
- James Warwick—Nigel (freelance reporter for Rolling Stone)
- Tim Curry—Stevie Streeter
David Dixon also appears in the first series as a record company A&R man but is uncredited. However, this may have been amended with the release of the DVD, where he is credited.
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