Also, I really had a great time AFTER we ran out on Fram last night - a long and fun conversation that had me at one point reading bad FRAM inspired doggerel (from the WestEnd Whingers) to shadowdaddy, a lighting designer friend of his, and souldier_blue, to great laughter. We really went on about what makes a play good and what makes one bad (souldier_blue needs to trust her instincts regarding pretentious twaddle, really), and also hit on friendships, fun, life, gossip, and the billion other things you talk about over pints. And, er, suddenly it was 11 PM! So much for getting home early. It was such a good night and even though I regret the hour and a half of my life I wasted watching Tony Harrison's horrid exercise in self indulgence, the good evening it led to made it all worth while in the end.
Tonight: silent Chinese movie at the ROH, Song of the Fishermen, with robot_mel. Tomorrow, work; Sunday, chilling in the afternoon in Streatham. Life is really looking good again.