I saw a frisky young sparrow just outside Sainsbury's Nine Elms, which was nice, as I don't think I've seen one for a year or so (yet another indication of impending Eschaton...) Fell asleep gawping at SILENT WITNESS last night. Artist's husband was the latest corpse. The next thing I knew, Sam was catching out the young copper who had (why?) done it all, then he evidently killed himself. The end. Stoopid, but so annoying when you miss the denoument. Here (behind cut if I can figure out how to...) is an entertainingly bitchy little article with some rather interesting things to say about The Art Of Acting.
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