Nonetheless, I found room for a hot dog at the diner - American style so the bread was so full of sugar it tasted like a sausage, kraft cheese and onion croissant -and way too many cans of fizzy drink. One of these days im going to give up anything with the letters K and A written on it. Even if it's flavour is Karribean Kola or Black Grape. So if you do see me in a few weeks time carrying an axe and walking like a zombie you'll know why.
In order to stay warm Becca, Jared, Sarah and I decided to hide away in the diner to devise amid the giant bottles of ketchup and mustard and a mini juke box. We managed to be quite productive - which was either down to a 'secret' ingredient in the Earl Grey or Becca' s strength in the face of an almighty hangover - but getting our ideas on their feet in the actual performance space for the first time was really quite rewarding. We even finished half an hour early so that I could roll back into bed at 1 o clock and watch the latest episode of South Park. All in a days work people. All in a days work.
The sort of house that looks like
it escaped from a nursery rhyme:

In case anyone was wondering
what an East London American
diner would look like in the rain...



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