I’ve been looking forward to today all week. I have a day of writing planned and then a session, and then a night out at the local curry house. As is traditional at Plug Acres after mention of a curry, I am now wandering the house singing the infernal “Ruby, Ruby, Ruby” by the Kaiser Chiefs. This is of course an homage to the wonder that is Rhyming slang, something that, as a Londoner, I feel I am not really embracing as fully as I ought. Ruby is short for Ruby Murray, that rhymes with Curry. I am not sure who Ruby Murray is, but I feel sure that writing will be prevaricated upon in order for me to research this vital fact in order that I may regale our guests with it later.
Writing-wise, I have been spending a little time this week watching “Annie Hall”. I have never actually watched it all the way through, so it was a real pleasure to find out that it really was as good as everyone said. Some fascinating little devices that have been imitated since, but never quite equalled in my opinion. I shall shamelessly steal a few ideas for my play.
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