In hibernation and a huff.
No work for six months.
Will I have to invent an illness as explanation?
My desires are simple — a pot of
English breakfast tea, a piece of nougat.
I can’t affect ‘a lifestyle’.
I am sick, though, of this view.
Brick wall. Drainpipe. Grey tracksuit pants on clothes line.
Norbert hasn’t telephoned. Best get a new agent.
Tony will know someone.
Introduce my name into conversations.
‘The theatre needs invigoration.’ That sort of thing.
Young. Is that plausible?
I can play young. The wonders of makeup.
What do I want to read?
I want to read a script.
