RIP, "national treasure" Miss Una Stubbs. The world is a duller place without that twinkly smile...
Another weekend looms, dear reader - and this will be my last before the world of work beckons once more. By way of a final blow to what was going to be a fun-filled holiday fortnight, our gang's planned trip to see the new (and much-lauded) Barbican Theatre production of Anything Goes tomorrow has been cancelled again, thanks to someone in the cast or crew being "pinged" or tested positive for COVID [details are unclear], which has pissed me off mightily.
Never mind, eh, let's brighten up the mood a little bit as the week draws to its close with a "party choon", shall we?
Thank Disco It's [oo-er] Friday [the Thirteenth]!
Hope your weekend gets off to a better start than mine has, my leetle chums!
