During the "Cabaret" tour, a group of us got back to the farm we were staying at a bit late. (midnight?). We'd lost the key to our part of the building so knocked on the front door. The guy who owned the place opened it in his pyjamas in a foul mood and dismissed us as "Bloody actors..." I felt like telling him to go fuck himself. I'm sure if any one of us had been in the least bit well-known, he'd have smiled his face off as he hunted eagerly for the key, dropped his trousers and offered us his arse. (more...)
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