The buddy of bosom and I went into the West End last night to see the stage version of Dirty Dancing. The same buddy of bosom, M, who knows the deep meaning of “I carried a Watermelon“. The show was good, but we both agreed it was ‘wrong’ – wrong in the way that no matter how good the leads were, they still weren’t Jennifer Grey and Patrick Swayze. But we still belted out all the tunes and whooped when the key phrases were said. Good times.
While I was waiting for M to join me in the city, I spent some time stuffing around with my new replacement camera – the one finally replaced after the skanky ho incident. It was my favourite time of day; twilight. And the city was cold and shadowed and glorious.
So here’s *my* Twilight Series: