Jitterbug Boy.

God I’m tired – been wandering about London with Fin today, half re-creating our first date – swap the British museum for the arty French film, and throw in a park in the rain, and we did the rest. Not by design, but a happy co-incidence, anyway. But I’m back in the flat, an hour to kill before I go to meet her after her rehearsal – just enough time for a shower and a whiskey and it’s down to work. I’ve got to hit this script hard tonight – nail the events to the pages and square it all in my head so I can write it up in the next week. Wish me luck.

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