miracles do happen.
he wouldn't say.
hiya -- sorry -- the guinea fowl is proving more complicated than expected.
don't even ask.
hi. good lord -- you're the spitting image of.
right.
oh, it's just down the corridor on the right.
quickly, quickly -- talk very quickly what are you doing here with anna scott?
yes.
yup.
what do you think of the guinea fowl?
oh god.
on the other hand, her best friend is anna scott.
and most of her limbs work. whereas i'm stuck in its thing day and night, in a house full of ramps. and to add insult to serious injury -- i've totally given up smoking, my favourite thing, and the truth is.  we can't have a baby.
c'est la vie.  we're lucky in lots of ways, but.  surely it's worth a brownie.
and you. i'll wait till you've gone before i tell him you're a vegetarian.
that's right.
and?
still loves you though.
i never fancied you much actually.
i mean i loved you -- you were terribly funny. but all that kissing my ears.
do you want to stay?
i have a little speech to make -- i won't stand up because i can't.  be bothered. exactly a year ago today, this man here started the finest restaurant in london.
unfortunately -- no one ever came to eat here.
and so we must face the fact that from next week, we have to find somewhere near to eat.
i just want to say to tony -- don't take it personally. the more i think about things, the more i see no rhyme or reason in life -- no one knows why some things work out, and some things don't -- why some of us get lucky -- and some of us.
no!
i'm really horribly drunk.
good decision. all actresses are mad as snakes.
this painting isn't the original, is it?
where are you going?
crazy. go along bayswater.
he's with me.
writing an article about how london hotels treat people in wheelchairs.