Mr Shandy (him) taught this regularly as part of his course on modern American theatre. There aren't many jokes in it. As the wasters in the flop-house descend into self-pity and confessions of murder, a central character demands of his fellows: “God damn you, stop shoving your rotten soul in my lap!” Which probably explains everything.
Anyroads - a short walk for us this evening down to the Apollo. Once upon a time, you should have seen us go, go, go. Will it be raining? May get the tram from the 'Dilly instead. Perhaps a salad for us teas and a glass of stout in the Unicorn en-route.
It's important to keep plodding on, don't you think? As Hickey declares in 'Iceman' -
“You’ll say to yourself, I’m just an old man who is scared of life, but even more scared of dying. So I’m keeping drunk and hanging on to life at any price, and what of it?”
Perhaps tonight he won't use dry-board markers on the albums.
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