Romeo Coates
Oct 29, 2020
4 minutes
RECENT ENCOUNTER with a humourless female student from rada saw me roundly condemned after innocently quoting the now apparently “fascist” playwright George Bernard Shaw. The furious girl in question assured me she and her pals would be “removing” his name from their theatre forthwith. Ever since this regrettable incident, I confess one’s troubled slumber has regularly occupied a disturbing autumnal world — roughly combining 1605 and 2021 — where I’m tortured by young puritanical types, demanding I renounce everything I’ve ever shamefully enjoyed. In a clear nod to this time of year, the said nightmare concludes with my ragged form being carted off in and a box set of
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