It must be about 20 years ago when I was 17...I had made quite a bit of cash writing software on the side and decided to visit London, buy some new clothes, have a haircut etc... Anyhow, decked out in my new 'all yellow' suit (with waistcoat & bowtie - I must have looked like a fucking retard), I decided to go and watch the Pirates of Penzance - but not before having a few too many in Covent Garden. I arrived at the Dury Lane Theatre, decided I MUST have the Royal box and proceeded to get even more sloshed on G&T's which I kept trying to sneak up into the box (and always an usher would come and take them away). By the interval I was well gone and decided to go back-stage and see the actors. I somehow managed it and there sat Oliver Tobias and some other actors. Bullshit being one of my fortes, I suddenly came out with 'that I was with Tim Curry in the Royal box and that although I thought Oliver's performance was first class, Tim wasn't sure...'. For the rest of the second half, O.T. kept looking up at the box and I made an early exit before the end of the show. Somehow I managed to catch the train, missed my stop, and woke-up covered in my own puke at the end of the line in Crewe.
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