It’s remarkably quiet in my living room this lunchtime as Grosvenor Road is closed between St George’s Square and Claverton Street because of the collapse of some scaffolding at the south-west corner of Dolphin Square. We’ve had scaffolding all over for a while since the exteriors are being cleaned. It doesn’t look as if this bit was very high, but I’m no expert. I hope no-one was hurt.
My old friends from the Guildford School of Acting got together in the Union Club in Greek Street (thanks Paul!) to compare grey hairs, pot-bellies and war-stories from our marriages, divorces and other relationships. We were also honoured by the appearance of our former principal Michael Gaunt and head of first year Ian Ricketts. We had a fabulous time, which stretched into the evening when we stumbled over the road into the nearest pub.
I shot some bits of video especially for those luvvies who weren’t able to make it – I hope these give a flavour of what it was like and give you even more encouragement to come along next time.
Angus Deuchar
Paul Spyker
A bunch of folk starting with Ian Tolmie
Another bunch of folk starting with Darren Ruston
Lucy Davidson
Ian Butler
Adam Tedder (and me)
Not funny – I’m just about getting some colour back in my cheeks and able to uncross my legs.
No jokes please about Cock-a-leekie, Coq au vin or Spotted Dick
From my twitter feed:
howardgr: friday the 13th. now where’s my hockey mask?
Sent at 1:49 PM on Friday
plasticbagUK: It’s conceivable I may kill everyone before this day is out. If you’re sitting near me, now is the time to start getting scared.
Sent at 1:55 PM on Friday
And they look like such nice boys
No, this wasn’t a queue for the Marshall Street Clinic in Soho. Wash your minds out with soap.
There’s a reality TV show (well, ‘reality’ might be stretching it a little) called WAGs boutique being filmed over the road where a group of young women who have some relationship to a sportsman get to run their own fashion business with a shop off Carnaby St. For some reason hundreds of other (presumably less fortunate) young women (and a few guys) were lined up over the street and being admitted in small groups. I assume they are going to have the thrill of meeting some of these superstars and end up on ITV2.
I saw Tamara Beckwith in one of the shops as I passed. I think I’d prefer a trip to the clinic myself.
