More work to do on the play, following a nice and juicy creative meeting. Just five weeks now before rehearsals begin. Eek. Naturally, the weekend is getting in the way of me pulling my finger out. Trying to track down a Guardian is impossible in east Hull, I've realised (plenty of Telegraphs though, which is v disturbing), so we had to pick one up from the city centre, along with a comedy Cher Farewell Tour DVD to remind us of the fabulously camp night we enjoyed in Sheffield in 2004.
Listening: Graham Coxon - Love Travels At Illegal Speeds. Reading: Dylan Thomas - Under Milk Wood. Watching: Harry Hill's TV Burp.
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