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I've just re-read Emma Thompson's Sense and Sensibility production diaries.
Home at 3:30 a.m. in a taxi, arseholed. I stumbled into my bedroom where Harriet Walter (who'd come down specially and was sharing my room) was already asleep. She sat bolt upright.
'Help me!' I wailed.
'Oh, God,' she said. 'Why don't you try throwing up?'
A good line in that cut-glass accent, I thought, even as I threw myself at the loo bowl.
I'm bored and tired and sniffly. Home from work again, which makes me very happy and my boss very pissed--but then again, it's his fault that I'm the only person left working in the office who knows what needs to get done. Yep. I'm giving my notice on Monday.
~Anne
Home at 3:30 a.m. in a taxi, arseholed. I stumbled into my bedroom where Harriet Walter (who'd come down specially and was sharing my room) was already asleep. She sat bolt upright.
'Help me!' I wailed.
'Oh, God,' she said. 'Why don't you try throwing up?'
A good line in that cut-glass accent, I thought, even as I threw myself at the loo bowl.
I'm bored and tired and sniffly. Home from work again, which makes me very happy and my boss very pissed--but then again, it's his fault that I'm the only person left working in the office who knows what needs to get done. Yep. I'm giving my notice on Monday.
~Anne