My, what a busy day. Tried to buy a plane ticket to London, then realised passport would expire imminently making travel impossible.
Downloaded complex and intimidating forms. Had sinister, blotchy passport photo taken which will haunt me for the next TEN YEARS.
Booked a courier to collect the forms the next day, then rushed home to get tarted up to attend the John Cleese Alimony Tour, which he has allegedly undertaken in order to pay his ex-wife the 20 squillion quid he owes her.
JC does indeed seem to be harbouring a fair amount of bitterness towards the ex. He's 71 now and perhaps a shade on the arthritic and croaky side, but the audience hung on his every word and lapped up the classic Python and Fawlty Towers clips he showed. His slide-show could have benefited from the formidable skillz of the PowerPoint maestro, however. A picture of his father was labeled 'Reginald Cheese', and it didn’t seem to be on purpose.
After obligingly answering predictably lame questions put to him by random fuckwits in the audience, he cleared off. A fabulous evening, but my enjoyment of the latter half was marred by my high-heeled shoes that were bloody well KILLING ME.
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