The Spiderwoman

Aw look. It's Jude. Yes indeed. After I last posted an entry here, I bounded off to Greenwich with Jude (well, she kind of led the way and I trailed behind) and we spent a pleasant afternoon tracking bush-tucker amongst the horse-chestnut trees. I've now got enough squirrels in the freezer for a casserole. Delicious.

A quick change out of my hunting clothes and I was back in the West End for a brimful-pot of mussels at Belgo, a couple of Belguim beers and a crisp bottle of white and tickets for Kiss of the Spiderwoman at the Donmar Warehouse no less. I saw the musical version back in the early nineties, but no songs tonight. This was a production of the play. Not a lot of laughs (intended), and one of the characters was a cross between John Malkovich and Julian Clary (not-intended), but quite moving for all that.

One other thing - selling cheap processed cheddar in a French market? I'm am of course refering to The Apprentice. How stoopid exactly do you have to be to get on that program? Great telly though.