I went out last night, I had a book launch to go to and I wasn't going to drive till the next day so it seemed like a good idea. Sadly bad news and a free bar are not a terribly good combination.
From what I can remember from last night I made a quip about gym lessons and camel dung to the editor of Timeout, spotted Boris Johnson and shook his hand at the traffic lights, blocked the loo with a newspaper (Who knows why?) and locked T.P. out of the flat for a bit.
I now feel like death warmed up and I'm pondering if I should write the Shadow Minister for Arts an email to apologise for my unruly behaviour.
Either way I've got a five hour drive to Wales to look forward too.
2 comments:
I'm sure Boris enjoyed/deserved it. As did you. Big XXs to the Pater.
Hope you are feeling better and that your dad is making good use of the morphine.
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