Twenty pounds bought us: Simon Armitage!!! John Agard (who was clothed, despite rumours)!!! And Imtiaz Dharker, and th'others... Still, and we found a PizzaFritta resteraunt which has an authentic Italian atmosphere with cables dangling from the ceiling and waitresses who do not understand English. Still, it was better than sandwiches in the Clarendon Centre.
Then Act Two, which wasn't too bad actually, in terms of shouting and general violence, and Sam bought me a Freddo. So far this evening I have done none of the geography I planned, but have eaten a shed-load of oranges listening to Nicholas Parsons and Stephen Fry.
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