February 6, 2009
She’s funny: we don’t have a cupboard for one of us to fall out of mid-scene, and we forgot to give a cue for the fall beforehand (both very minor oversights on our part – seriously) and we’re been treated to a twenty-two minute monologue on… I’m not sure what. I zoned out a little while ago. Something about, ‘not expecting the world,’ and I think I caught. ‘immaturity’ and possibly, ‘expectations’ but I can’t be sure. She’s waving her arms around like she’s directing traffic on Tottenham Court Road and I’m smiling; smiling and nodding in time with her voice.