My illness wasn't the peanut butter, it was a virus / germ, whatever. A number of people had been off with the same thing.
I didn't write about the Julian Clary gig. It was a bit low on production values, but hilariously funny. He was talking about his life, following on from the publication of his autobiography. He was vulnerable, honest, and just an all round delightful guy. I regret that I didn't recognise how good he was until I saw Gervais. Oh and the audience for Clary was quite old.
I'm off. Goodnight.
Thursday, 19 April 2007
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