Long live the iPad. Obviously I need to pay a visit to the Apple store although I'm a little apprehensive about them accessing everything I've looked at recently (warts and all, remember). On the same topic apparently a university wanted to do a comparison study between men who had accessed pornography online and those who hadn't. But they couldn't find any men who hadn't accessed pornography...
Went to see The Hothouse today with John Simm and Simon Russell Beale (and, bizarrely, Christopher Timothy). I tell you readers, words fail me. It is one of the best things I have ever seen on stage. It's by Harold Pinter (doesn't matter what you say as long as you leave enough gaps) and was by turns hysterically funny and also tragically sad and sinister. It is also a study on bureaucracy and is as relevant today as when it was written (1958). SRB is a genius and completely steals the show. But Simm is also fantastically sinister. Well worth the trip to London.
Followed my theatricality with a couple of martinis at Number One (its air conditioned OK)
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