It Bekhomes Me Darhlink

I went over to the Drama Guild at lunch to borrow a script and when I got there I realised that I'd forgoten my membership card.
It turned out I could still borrow, but I asked the guy at the counter if he needed to see any ID to prove I'm who I say I am and he said 'No, I recognise you from Wednesday night's show"

a haw haw... gee



Of course, by the time I got back to my building I realised I was walking down the street in a big white coat, holidng a Big Issue, a soy-vanilla latte and a script set in 1922 England/Italy and thought 'hmm. maybe I should pull my head in...'