Anyway, many thanks to well-wishers, Jesus, Saint Apollonia the tooth patron, and all dental godlets.
Caught up with the latest Stephen Poliakoff, SUMMER OF ROCKETS, which is, so far, pretty good. I've never understood why he's so venerated, though. His dialogue is often pretty unrealistic, and his plots, such as they are, far-fetched (I mean, JOE'S PALACE?) Gimme a break! . The only one I really got
into was that one about the employees of a picture archive (SHOOTING THE PAST) struggling to prevent it being taken over by a tycoon, and that wasn't exactly realistic. His plays always look so splendid, though. Especially the interiors, and often have A list casts. There's something about them that makes them intriguing, for all one's doubts.