Ha ha ha. But just think- if only the missing Goldilocks chapter of Capital could be combined with the Spider musical and the whole thing be watched by an audience eating in bed! I think we could charge at least $35, given we'd be providing dinner as well as a show. It would be a new style of theatre restaurant, with only Pimm's available at the bar.
Have you been known to practice a bit of amateur theatre? I haven't had an outing since my turn as a flower, if one doesn't count (hiding behind hand) physical culture.
The Pimm's bar at Hôtel Harlot, Karen, has recently enlarged its repertoir to include brandy with fresh-pressed apple juice. This is my concession to encroaching winter. Pimm's is a summer drink.
Brandy with fresh-pressed apple juice? Clearly Bar Harlot is only for the most sophisticated of inebriates. I shall have to work on my inebriated sophistication or my sophisticated inebriation (I'm not sure which, but I'm sure they balance both nicely at Bar Harlot). I have opened my nice new bottle of port, but I do not like to consume it alone. This means I am most annoyed when people fail to accept my offer of a nightcap.
Just as long as Mickey Rooney has a walk-on part, I'm happy. Nice dodging of the question, incidentally, Tim. Surely you were a bumblebee or something of that sort when you were six. Your readership has a right to know!
I'm not dodging the question, really I'm not, I'm just juggling the demands of furtive work blogging with the somewhat bleary results of last night's semi-insomnia.
My apologies. That was not intended as a complaint or a demand. I was just teasing you, 'tis all. I'm sorry to hear about the insomnia- I've been a bit that way lately too. I go to the gym and then I wear myself out and it isn't nearly so bad.
I never seem to suffer insomnia anymore. I find my job is pretty exhausting. There's something terribly tiring about being nice to obnoxious, god-complexed fuckwits [and their employees] all day. Also, I think my liver's fucked which can't be helping and, yes, I'm too scared to consult the o-g-c-fs about it.
I'm normally an excellent sleeper (now there's one thing I can do well!) but not, apparently last night. Actually, in a way, my liver was to blame, too... but let's not go into the details...
I really must stop saying yes, and please, and do when really I should be saying I do not want to know, I'm not guessing, and no, I' don't care what you've got in your...
They are a little ambitious with their ticket prices, given they're an amateur company, aren't they?
ReplyDeleteMaybe, but everybody charges what they think people will pay.
ReplyDeleteI liked their name so much I was thinking of joining them! But probably not, as no-one would agree to staging a Spider musical!
Ha ha ha. But just think- if only the missing Goldilocks chapter of Capital could be combined with the Spider musical and the whole thing be watched by an audience eating in bed! I think we could charge at least $35, given we'd be providing dinner as well as a show. It would be a new style of theatre restaurant, with only Pimm's available at the bar.
ReplyDeleteHave you been known to practice a bit of amateur theatre? I haven't had an outing since my turn as a flower, if one doesn't count (hiding behind hand) physical culture.
The Pimm's bar at Hôtel Harlot, Karen, has recently enlarged its repertoir to include brandy with fresh-pressed apple juice. This is my concession to encroaching winter. Pimm's is a summer drink.
ReplyDeletePimm's Bar? Oh, how dreadful - what a scene of dissolution and decadence that must be!
ReplyDeleteIn this proposed musical, we could even have a cameo by Bob Hope, playing golf, in bed - just to round things out.
Brandy with fresh-pressed apple juice? Clearly Bar Harlot is only for the most sophisticated of inebriates. I shall have to work on my inebriated sophistication or my sophisticated inebriation (I'm not sure which, but I'm sure they balance both nicely at Bar Harlot). I have opened my nice new bottle of port, but I do not like to consume it alone. This means I am most annoyed when people fail to accept my offer of a nightcap.
ReplyDeleteJust as long as Mickey Rooney has a walk-on part, I'm happy. Nice dodging of the question, incidentally, Tim. Surely you were a bumblebee or something of that sort when you were six. Your readership has a right to know!
I'm not dodging the question, really I'm not, I'm just juggling the demands of furtive work blogging with the somewhat bleary results of last night's semi-insomnia.
ReplyDeleteI've been involved in theatre in a somewhat lazy way ever since, as a kid, my parents drove me every week to the Robinvale Kids' Drama meetings!
ReplyDeleteMy apologies. That was not intended as a complaint or a demand. I was just teasing you, 'tis all. I'm sorry to hear about the insomnia- I've been a bit that way lately too. I go to the gym and then I wear myself out and it isn't nearly so bad.
ReplyDeleteI never seem to suffer insomnia anymore. I find my job is pretty exhausting. There's something terribly tiring about being nice to obnoxious, god-complexed fuckwits [and their employees] all day.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I think my liver's fucked which can't be helping and, yes, I'm too scared to consult the o-g-c-fs about it.
I'm normally an excellent sleeper (now there's one thing I can do well!) but not, apparently last night. Actually, in a way, my liver was to blame, too... but let's not go into the details...
ReplyDeletePlease do.
ReplyDeleteLet's just say I blame a bunch of bananas. They looked so yellow, and sweet, and tasty, but what they caused...
ReplyDeleteI really must stop saying yes, and please, and do when really I should be saying I do not want to know, I'm not guessing, and no, I' don't care what you've got in your...
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