Good grief Damon, you sound a bit like my fantasy of Nietzsche, and you know what happened to him. I thought I suffered from an overdose of persecutory 'superego' but yours is worse. If this 'performance' is to be believed and I suspect it is, I beg you, Damon, ease up on yourself. Life is too short for such self torture, however productive you might be.
It's not me, Elisabeth. It's George Orwell - hence the title and reference.It's the first of a series on writers' diaries, letters, jottings - spoken, rather than read.
George Orwell? Bah! Yes it sounds like his paranoid whining, but come on, you haven't even got the basics down: Where's the moustache that looks like the least-used vacuum cleaner attachment? The poncey coiffure that screams "I'm an academic"? I just don't think you're putting enough pizazz into this. Rory Bremner's certainly not looking over his shoulder.Ahem, but seriously, I like this idea and I look forward to the rest of the series. But come on, more wigs at least, or John Clarke will be at you with a lawsuit.
Yes, I'm looking forward to doing more. Virginia Woolf's next, I think.
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