So, I whiled away Bank Holiday Monday in a local Italian. He was rather charming, and at some point I got around to asking his name and what he did for a living.
It turned out he was a costume designer in the theatre. As he described the painstaking, passionate nature of his work I got the oddest sense of familiarity.
"Haven't I heard you on the radio?" I asked.
"Why yes! Everyone says this - it was Midweek with Libby Purves."
"Oh my god! Of course!" I gasped, "Tell me - What's Libby really like? I'm so excited!"
He glanced down. "Clearly."
Oh Libby, I'm so sorry.
2 comments:
HIM!?
I really must stop listening to so much Radio 4. I actually care about Siobhan carking it...
oh for goodness sake. the sooner the breathy cow is out of it, the better!
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