Hi, hi, hello! I'm calling to let you know I made it home safely. See? Sometimes I do remember.

This one time I have remembered. Are you proud of me? I probably shouldn't talk so loud.

People are trying to sleep. I don't even know who's staying here at the moment to be honest. Half the

cast, which I guess is him.

Episode 7 October 1997

Anyway, I had a great night even though the film you chose was so terrible.

You did really hate it, right? You weren't just saying that because I seemed

rollered about how terrible it was before you had a chance to say you liked it.

I know I do that sometimes and then you get a weird about it. Your face pukers up and you go,

well, I enjoyed it, but I know I'm not the artist. And I spend days wondering if I've hurt your

feelings. Like because something is obvious to me, you must be stupid for not having seen

it. Which is dumb because I could be wrong. I project all kinds of shit onto this stuff I watch.

I'm sure I'm misreading everything. I mean, this though. This was a really bad film. And like,

obviously I'm not saying it was proper propaganda, proper propaganda. Obviously I'm not saying that,

but I mean try to be a little bit subtle in how you throw your heart on for the society

into your films. You know, a lighter touch that's all I ask, along with, you know,

decent writing and convincing performances. See, I'm steam rolling again. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry if you secretly love the bad, bad film or if you didn't love it but have to pretend

you love it because it loves the society and you're a society stooge. Which is a whole other

you know what I eat with bed or a rehearsal in the morning for the thing. Okay, bye.

Sophie, you can't say things like that in front of Nan. I don't want to make it hard for her to be

around my friends, you know? And if they're always joking about pulling V for Vendetta, shit then,

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