Writing,
writing, writing… God, this is almost like a proper
bloody job. Worked for so long today that I realised
that I had been invited to a drinks party in Soho and
it had started 2 hours ago. Now I'm all for turning
up fashionably late (in fact when I go to parties my
lateness is just about the only fashionable thing about
me) but by the time I thought about having a shower
and a change of clothes it was about 11pm… Now
there's a sign of getting older; I remember when I used
to work front of house at the Adelphi Theatre while
I was a drama student. The show was Me and My Girl and
by the time that had ended and we had waited for the
theatre to empty it was about 10.30pm. Then several
other 'party animals' and I would stay out until the
early hours usually catching a bus home at about 5am
with a top deck full of cleaners going to work. And
I did that three or four times a week (AND on a student
grant!); these days a good midweek night out for me
is a steady jaunt around Frien Barnet Tescos…
hmm, I wonder if they're still open.
