There's an extraordinary code which exists amongst people in our industry where individuals demonstrate their personal links to famous figures by using nick names when they talk about them. When I directed an obscure Britten operetta at university I remember an old colleague of Britten's coming in and referring to him as Benjy.
A group of older industry figures came into the cafe this morning and were talking about a whole host of actors in this manner, the one that stood out was "Freddy Molina." (Alfred Molina.) I always question whether these people actually know the person they're talking about quite as well as the nickname would suggest!
I worked a full day on Brass and got all the way to the interval, which feels like a good place to reach just before the weekend.
I went for a run at lunchtime in a gap in the rain. I've been listening to a lot of Rita Coolidge whilst jogging. Her disco covers are always recorded at about 105 beats per minute, which is a good running tempo... For the record!
Raily arrived at 7pm, and is actually still here. We've had such a wonderful evening. Great food - a lovely pasta dish with some aubergines lightly fried in breadcrumbs - and amazing conversation. Raily is so knowledgeable and encourages the most astonishingly erudite debates. We've discussed so many things: art, politics, sexuality, evolution, monogamy, Frasier (all those whilst I've been writing this blog.)
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