Two days in London. Trains, accommodation in lovely Notting Hill, Christmas lights on Oxford Street and Regent St, trip to see an ASTOUNDING production of Death of a Salesman, dinner with a pal afterwards (who is in the play) as he came off stage with masses of good advice on finding theatrical work + entertaining tales of his mate Michael Caine, taxi home, breakfast, Tube to Euston.
The Boy's response? A text saying, "Can you buy me a car?" BLOODY KIDS