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why don’t you call me I feel flying in two…
Well that took longer than expected! Christmas, New Year and my birthday are all over and done with, although thankfully there’s still some chocolate stashed for Easter. The cold weather and dark days are fading and Spring is well underway – I stepped out of Sadler’s Wells at the end of my annual New Year’s Eve Matthew Bourne matinée* at…
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the arrival of spring…
With apologies to David Hockney for nicking his title when I’ve still yet to buy the print I’ve had my eye on for at years. It’s been busy! The extra-long puffa coat which makes me look like a Dalek is (probably) put away for another year and the average daily temperature has very much taken a definite turn for the…
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nobody’s perfect…
Well I couldn’t pass up a chance to immortalise the best final words of any film! An unexpected free ticket for a Valentine’s Day trip to watch Some Like It Hot at the BFI presents as good an opportunity to do so as any, hopefully preceded (or followed, or even possibly both depending on how hungry I am) by dinner…