“Glamour is what I sell, it’s my stock in trade.”
Ahhhhhhh. My 3 week writing retreat in Crouch End is almost at an end. There’s a cat on the stairs, the sprinkler is on in the garden, my massive foot is elevated and propped up on a cushion, there’s a Marlene Dietrich casserole in the oven and it is the final night of Big Brother 8. Hence, I am having a big night in with me, myself and I and a “6 for £5” bunch of beers.
All is well in Silver Screen Suppers world.
