A good weekend. Saturday saw our Edinburgh Play featured in the Guardian, with an odd picture but a lovely article.
Sunday was a high-powered birthday lunch, with people who were nicer, prettier, and more powerful than me. It was all a bit dizzying but lovely. And it's got to be a good lunch when it ends up at 1am in Vauxhall's Horsemeat Disco. They play vintage disco (bad) but have an enormous smoking garden (good. I think this is all I now care about when going out).
"I saw you in the Guardian," said someone I was smoking next to. Good, I thought.
Direct chat-up line of the week came from a bloke who I sadly don't fancy:
"Goodbye. I'd like to suck your cock."