Wednesday, November 17, 2004

The Heeb Film Festival at the Everyman. Because you don't want to leave North London when you go out, the Everyman has nice squashy velvet sofas, some of which are velvet and even purple. And you're edgy. Aren't you?

Where is the edge? "Don't touch me cos I'm close to the edge..." Words of the song? At a client's office so can't legitimately google around to remember.

By the way, the Opening Gala is apparently already sold out. Just so you know.

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