Fucking christ. The little bastard does have evidence. Apparently he used the same plot for a writing assignment in his second year of uni; two years before he started working for me. He's threatening to sue the theatre ( Read more... )

I can't fucking believe what happened. If I actually believed in any shite like fate, I'd almost think the whole universe was conspiring against me. The slang with my name seems to have died down for now, but my boss somehow managed to hear it a week ago and called me into her office to talk about it ( Read more... )

Have you seen Paul's latest entry? Since you seem to think you know so much about this, what exactly do you suggest I do now? We both know I can't compete with Jude fucking Law. And Paul mentioned that they're just mates. HA!

Just mates, my arse.

Well, I see that Paul has announced to everyone that we've ended things. I suppose it was too much to hope for that we'd all be mature enough to keep our relationship issues to ourselves and not alert the whole world ( Read more... )

The play opens in two days and I've just received the play programmes from the printer. There is a typo in the title. No, I'm sorry, but The Sanvage Canvas isn't the title, because Sanvage isn't even a word, you useless illiterate cunts.I was on the phone when them for ages, because they insisted they wouldn't have time for a re-print before monday ( Read more... )

That was an eventful New Year's party, to say the least. I didn't get home until around noon, and really, the less said about the entire previous night, the better. Suffice to say, I don't think I'll be drinking again for quite some time ( Read more... )