My interior Is somewhat dark, the decor often blurred – there, on the table, a bunch of blooming thoughts, their scent a heady mixture of spice and fruit, Somewhere in the eaves, a big black radio Pulses out rhythms in mute People tread barefooted across the dark wooden boards, Some come in, some leave, slamming the door.
Man Like Me. Bomb diggity.
Went here today - cute cute cute! Apparently I look amazing in traditional tutor dress. Also did some acting on the stage of the Globe theatre - all-in-all a very early-modern day. How rad.
Julie Walters’s performance in Mo is just staggeringly charismatic and the film is filled with scenes that cannot help but keep one glued to the screen (such as her conversation with Bill “babes” Gates on the phone, or the time she pulls her wig off during diplomatic talks - “aren’t there times when all you want is a good scratch?”). Mo Mowlam is portrayed as...