quite madThe bus keeps passing lurid posters for some South London theatre which shriek.'A BLACK WOMAN'S REVENGE; WHERE NO MAN IS SAFE' This conjures rather entertaining mental images of a hectic, live-on-stage variation on I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE. I wouldn't mind checking it out.
I dreamt that I died, last night, which freaked me out no end. (I died in a dream about 35 years ago, though, and I'm still here...)
