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David The club was rather
poorly lit (there can't have been much more than an anglepoise lamp
pointing at us suspended from the wall) so as a result all these
photographs, taken by Robert Thorogood, have the effect of making
us all look like we've suffered from radiation burns like Roy Neary
in Close Encounters Of The Third Kind. (Sorry.
I'm reading Bob Balaban's book about the making of the film at the
moment.) Here David barrels through David Quantick's Horse Aphasia
monologue about a race commentator who cannot remember the word
for the four-legged, taller-than-a-pony, sleeps-on-hay-and-eats-grass-type
animal. |
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