Friday, 31st January 1997
Congratulations to Alastair on his promotion to DC 2. Nobody told me he was a Detective Constable of any sort before, and now look. There's an ITV Drama series in that, "DC Alastair", or perhaps a gritty urban documentary. Ideas on a postcard, please, to the usual address. Or just send it round on a post-it note stuck to a zebra, that normally works.
Swab & Nettle for celebratory drinks at lunchtime? Or is it the Crush and Toetread? Al, the decision is yours.
Walked out of "Laughter on the 23rd Floor" at the interval last night. Gene Wilder let down by a cast of crap American and Russian accents and fewer laughs than the papers (or the title) would have you believe. So that's two ducks in as many weeks - sod the theatre, I'm going back to Hollywood. Anything good on at the movies these days?
Ain' bin nuthin' since Bad Boys, n Boyz N Th' Hood, n shet, I smoke yo ass byatch, a'm da man, a'm da maaan...
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Holy shit, I remember you telling me that Gene Wilder story!
And, yeah! Sod the theatre! You can see 6 crappy films for the cost of 1 crappy play...
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