Hut 33, Part...Er...4? 7?
'Yo, yo, yo.
Man, Hut 33 Series Two is going to have a slashy start. It was gay this, and gay that. Marvellous. Robert had a bit of a Danny John Jules moment, though. There was this huge pause before he turned the page to reveal that the next short line was his.
TOM: (Archie's saying something derogatory about about landlady Mrs Best)
ROBERT: ............................................................................................ Yes she is.
Don't worry, it's only going out live.
I can't give many observations from the show because the place was packed, PACKED I tells ye, and I had to break second-row seat tradition, which pained me to the bottom of my heart. Although not as much as forgetting my glasses. The evening went by in a blur ...in more ways than one, but it was enjoyable.
More later.
ETA: And I met Hermione Norris last night. Alright, I dreamt that I was walking through a park (in London, but my subconscious is under the belief that London is Bright and Clean and Shiny, and has obviously been Oop Norf for quite a while, bless) surrounded by mothers and lots of blonde children. I recognised one of the mothers and after comparing her with a picture on the back of a Cold Feet book, concluded it was Ms Norris. The End.
Man, Hut 33 Series Two is going to have a slashy start. It was gay this, and gay that. Marvellous. Robert had a bit of a Danny John Jules moment, though. There was this huge pause before he turned the page to reveal that the next short line was his.
TOM: (Archie's saying something derogatory about about landlady Mrs Best)
ROBERT: ............................................................................................ Yes she is.
Don't worry, it's only going out live.
I can't give many observations from the show because the place was packed, PACKED I tells ye, and I had to break second-row seat tradition, which pained me to the bottom of my heart. Although not as much as forgetting my glasses. The evening went by in a blur ...in more ways than one, but it was enjoyable.
More later.
ETA: And I met Hermione Norris last night. Alright, I dreamt that I was walking through a park (in London, but my subconscious is under the belief that London is Bright and Clean and Shiny, and has obviously been Oop Norf for quite a while, bless) surrounded by mothers and lots of blonde children. I recognised one of the mothers and after comparing her with a picture on the back of a Cold Feet book, concluded it was Ms Norris. The End.