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Oooh, Blackadder 2. Rowan Atkinson has never been so fucking sexy, before or since. Tights and a ruff. It’s the weirdest thing, if you dare to think on it.
In fact, someone should start a vogue for Blackadder 2 parties, as an alternative to toga parties, or Rocky Horror or whatever ghastly fancy dress themes usually prevail. I’d quite like to be in a roomful of people dressed like that, once in my life.
Have ditched whisperin’ Bob, about an hour of his shtick is my limit, and I’ve rediscovered an Oscar Peterson record at the back of a pile. Blimey, and stuff. I’ve forgotten how nice it is: pianos tinkling like waterfalls, all the way down your back.
(Puck: hey, cheers dude. I needed that.) |
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