weirdRHINEGOLD at the Coli wasn't half bad, on Friday. We had fab seats, row G centre, and the place really does look pretty bling, although Hazel informs me the loos are still dirty and cruddy.
Andrw Shore really gave Alberich some major welly, earning a big ovation, and Tom Randle was an excelent Loge...his behaviour at the curtain call was baffling, though; strange gestures,etc. Wondered if he might possibly be 'on' something. Snerkle...
Mr Blunkett is getting increasingly on my nerves. It's lucky for us horror-film loving hedonists that his spoilsport proposals seldom seem to get anywhere. It's a scary symptom of these increasingly repressive times, though.His latest wheeze involves depriving loutish young roisterers of their mobile phones!
Caught up with the finale of SEX AND THE CITY. I never cared much for it, except that I enjoyed marvelling at Carrie's bizarre clothes, giant horsehead, and wizened lil' carcass. My favourite moment of what episodes I've seen, was definitely her treading in dogshit in her probably diamond-soled stilettoes, in Paris.
