guess who's coming to dinner

i didn't go to see vivian yesterday but the prof did. instead i did some retail therapy, which helped my stuttering. honest.

we went to a dinner party at some of robert's friends up in camarillo, no, not the place in the song. we drove along the highway with the top down with bob to serenade us, hollywood hills in the background. i recommend it to all!

dinner was great. and quite an interesting group of folk there. loads of whom had worked in tv - the man who produced the incredible hulk and, wait for it, murder she wrote! i didn't ask if angela lansbury was as cute in real life. there was also a man from playboy there too. he had no free magazines. useless fecker.

the best bit of the night was talking about their simian leader, who they all really hate over here, and consequently their hatred of the fools who voted for him and the rise of religious lunacy in politics. most of them aren't as daft they seem it appears. however, one bloke was as daft as he seemed and referred to devonshire, and said he could almost feel the battles when he walked on dartmoor.

i had to shoot him, for his own good.