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The last few weeks have been a fucking nightmare. The Royale London's lawyers managed to settle this whole mess out of court, with the stipulation that I'm suspended without pay from the theatre for three months, and I'm no longer allowed to show any of my plays at the Royale London again. The rest of my career will be spent directing other people's shite work instead of showing my off my own, vastly better, written pieces.
Christ, I might as well just stick my head in the bloody oven and end it. I've phoned the theatre a few times to see how they're all fairing without me and no one is even taking my fucking calls. After working there for twenty years, I make one mistake and get crucified for it. How's that for loyalty, hey?
I can't believe I've gone from working ten hours days to having nothing to do but watch television and grow an unemployment beard.
Christ, I might as well just stick my head in the bloody oven and end it. I've phoned the theatre a few times to see how they're all fairing without me and no one is even taking my fucking calls. After working there for twenty years, I make one mistake and get crucified for it. How's that for loyalty, hey?
I can't believe I've gone from working ten hours days to having nothing to do but watch television and grow an unemployment beard.