Dear Andrew,
It’s been a while since I’ve felt moved to write, but I know you need something to lift you out of your grump.
I know you feel unfairly robbed of the Nobel Peace Prize despite your exhaustive efforts in the Middle East, but the good news is the Whingers are in line for an Olivier Award for the play we’re yet to write, so thanks for displaying surprising largesse and unclipping my lead for a rare solo visit to the theatre.
Can it really be that long since you allowed me out alone? The event seems to come round faster than Christmas or our interval exits from the Cottesloe, so appropriately my trip was to the Hampstead Theatre‘s revival of Philip Ridley‘s The Fastest Clock in the Universe. Read the rest of this entry »
A West End Whinger 