A reunion...of sorts

Woo - my first post. After months of trying to figure out how to log in and then trying to remember my password. And then finding out I can only post in the Impromime section, which no-one will read now. I figure I'll be even on entries with Amelia after this anyway. Amelia - let's unite and challenge this Lark-dominated weblog.

Speaking of Amelia, we had a rather bizarre reunion yesterday. One of Lark's short films consisted his being stalked at a party by Amelia. This scenario was followed by what I gathered to be a dream sequence in which James acts out most of his fantasies, mainly involving Amelia, a bow tie and a plate of profitteroles.
Amelia had been costumed, as far as I could tell, to look at similar to Coronation Street's Bet Lynch/Gilroy as possible - purple shirt, shoes, girly bag, and leopard skin. Not to mention the bright red lipstick which undoubtedly was smeared on James' face during the profitterole sequence.

The reunion consisted of Francis Ford-Aylett, Amelia Gilroy, James Lark (who defies a celebrity comparison) and me "acting" as a party-goer. All we needed was Andrew Ormerod as the voice of Amelia's impressive and very much on display breasts ("Hello, darlings") and we could have been back in Mudchute.