Just in case you didn’t realise that the UK has snow of varying levels all over and have forgotten what my forlorn face looks like.
In other news I’m beginning to get back some of my own time and am investing it into “I Still Get Excited When I See A Ladybird”. The photographic evidence below shows that I now have two 95% finished monologues out of eight. I would give myself a pat on the back but it really fucking hurts and I don’t know why. Guess I better go back to lying in the middle of the floor.
Gerry Hayes pointed me in the direction of this Polaroid app for the iPhone that makes everything look lush. And I miss being able to use my real Polaroid so from now on expect grainy nuggets like this from me (but not necessarily of me, that would be tedious).