Well whaddayaknow?
Nick turned out to have a broken arm after all...
In between my stints as ministering angel/Baby Jane (whatever happened to her?), I've kept up my cultural quota by fitting in a ballet, I mean contemporary dance, at Saddler's Wells where I saw William Forsythe's very challenging show, a quick trip to the V&A jewellery collection, as well as a club night at the Queen of Hoxton – You look Rough (I certainly felt it the next morning). I didn't overdo it, just getting too old for all that malarkey.
Pubdraw was on last night, after curry in Kenton, but here are a couple of NHS sketches as I have been spending an inordinate amount of time in their establishments of late.
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