Yesterday

After a boring but edible dinner, I sat back and braced myself for the evening ahead. As it goes the people upstairs were much better than normal. All I had to put up with was a deafeningly loud telly until about eight o'clock. I was on tenterhooks with anticipation, so I put on one of the most annoying dvds known to man; an a performance of Noel Coward's play The Vortex. The main protagonists are Margaret Leighton and her lower set. Well I really do like Margaret Leighton. She was a marvellous actress. The play is awful though, and concerns a group of shallow people in the 1920s with servants, too much money, and living entirely for pleasure. The text is highly irritating, for example "We are all swirling round in a vortex of beastliness", and of course everything is 'divine'. Very vomit-making. Bed at nine.