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September 1st, 2009
07:21 pm
They can forgo the elaborate things that go with nuptials, not that they likely would have had an orthodox wedding even if it had happened eight years ago, anyway, given their respective careers - no favours, no invitations, no bawdy recitals, no best men or brides of honour.
But there's one element they cannot proceed without, and that is a pair of witnesses.
Geoffrey by his nature dislikes the phone. There's more often than not bad news at the other end of the line. But the urgency of the moment - which he is determined not to let get away from them at this point - overrides his latent anxiety, and he and Ellen find themselves now at a public phone booth, hastily tapping out frantically-remembered numbers on a metal keypad.
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August 31st, 2009
03:58 pm - How many angels can dance upon the head of a pin?
It's been something of a day, and it's barely one o'clock in the afternoon.
Thatcher's visit has sparked something that defies simple explanation, and now both actors - well, one actress and a former actor-turned-artistic-director - are riding a collective, giddy high that neither has truly enjoyed in several years.
It makes even the stop-and-start nature of Geoffrey's horrendous stick-shift driving hilarious rather than frightening, and his parking leaves a great deal to be desired, almost diagonally across three spaces - but when you're driving a high-end Mercedes, people tend to make assumptions about the driver anyway.
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