Reply With QuoteI ended up drinking scotch with the playwright until far too late.
Happily, I managed to put my honesty valve on hold and blow sunshine up him.
morning. Through the mists, my spirit guide is saying something about too many Vieux Carres in the Beaufort Bar and a very late night.
Could be wrong, of course, but the spirits rarely play me false.
I ended up drinking scotch with the playwright until far too late.
Happily, I managed to put my honesty valve on hold and blow sunshine up him.
Surely we're all potential viticulturalists, anyway?
It does sound particularly ****. You should have given this gentleman my thoughts regarding the low, low place occupied by theatre in the pantheon of arts.
at seeing his work staged in the West End of London, as I imagine anyone would be, and I was pleased for him.
There was always the danger that as the booze kicked in, however, I would go into offensive mode. I think I got away with it.
hanging this riday..I must try an stop always starting weekend too early!
Sometimes with these chaps it's best to lead with a swift blow to the solar plexus, just to see if they crumple or whether they recover to trade blows. Therein lies the measure of the fellow imo.
It should be said, of course, that this rather abrasive approach may go some way to explaining why I have a very small group of friends.
Something rum had gone on there, I think.
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