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Chris’ new play last night at The Blue Boar Pub Theatre in Kennington. It was great to see him and Marika after such a long time. When my taxi pulled up, they were already there, smoking under the canopy at the front of the theatre.
    ‘Thank god you're here,’ said Chris hugging me. ‘I need more friendly faces. The bar is packed with journalists and critics.’  
    ‘That's good isn’t it?’ I said.
    ‘I think the play is terrible,’ said Chris in a low voice.
    ‘Well you didn’t write it, Shakespeare did,’ said Marika. ‘Blame him.’
    ‘Oh you Eastern Europeans,’ said Chris. ‘I admire your direct thinking, but it’s the exact opposite with The Bard. He’s wonderful to begin with. As a Director you have to live up to his text.’
    Marika rolled her eyes. ‘Let me see you properly Coco,’ she said giving me the once over. ‘You’ve lost weight.’
    ‘Thank you,’ I said.
    ‘You don’t want to lose it too quickly, you’ll lose those amazing boobs of yours.’  
    ‘I do not have amazing boobs,’ I said.  
    ‘You do,’ said Marika. ‘I would kill for big boobs like yours.’
    ‘I would kill for your little pert ones,’ I said.
    ‘Ladies can we stop the booby-talk, I can’t cope with this right now,’ said Chris.
    ‘So what’s Macbeth about?’ said Marika.
    ‘You can’t name it Marika!’ I said. ‘It’s bad luck.’
    ‘It’s okay. It’s only bad luck to say it in the theatre,’ said Chris. Just then, we saw the Daily Mail critic Nicholas De Jong walk inside.
    ‘Oh my god, I’m done for. De Jong is going to hate it,’ said Chris.
    ‘You don’t know that,’ said Marika. ‘You’re a great Director.’
    ‘I think I’ve made the mistake of casting my boyfriend Julian as the lead. He’s too pretty. He’s more Mc Fly than Macbeth. I let lust get in the way…’  
    We heard a bell ringing faintly.
    ‘Oh god that’s the fifteen minute call, I’d better go,’ he said. We wished him luck and he moved off through the crowds and into the pub.
    ‘Do you want some crisps?’ said Marika. ‘Feed you up a bit?’
    ‘I don’t fancy food at all,’ I said. ‘I can’t sleep… I just keep checking my phone and wishing…’
    ‘The hospital would call to say Adam’s been involved in a hideous accident?’ said Marika.
    ‘No, just wishing that he’d call...’
    ‘Ah, you’re still at the stage where you miss him. Let me know when you get to the wanting to seek revenge stage. That’s my specialty!’ I gave her a weak grin.
    ‘Come here you,’ she said putting her arm around me. ‘Let’s go watch some Shakespeare and get pissed.’

    The after show party was held at Cathedral private members club in Soho. We commandeered a table in a quiet corner and Chris treated us to cocktails all night.
    ‘I did this play to try to kick start some work for me,’ said Chris after we had sunk a few rounds. ‘My momentum has ground to a halt since I directed Chasing Diana Spencer: the Musical … I should have taken up the offer to stage the nativity play at my niece’s school.’ We both laughed.
    ‘I’m serious. Benenden is one of the top private girls schools in the country. I would have got more exposure directing a bunch of twelve year olds in 'Follow that Star.’
    ‘Well, it's only November,’ I said. ‘Can’t you change your mind?’
    ‘No. they’ve given it to a trainee director from the Royal Court theatre.’  
    ‘Well, I thought your boyfriend did a good job as Macbeth,’ I said. ‘Didn’t he Marika?’
    ‘He was terrible,’ said Marika. ‘Nice to look at, but how do you say it in English? He couldn’t act his way out of a bag…’ I kicked her under the table, wishing she would just lie for once.
    ‘A paper bag,’ said Chris. ‘He couldn’t act his way out of a paper bag.’
    We looked over at Julian on the dance floor; he was drunk and dancing on his own, dry humping one of the pillars in a kind of pole dance.
    ‘He losing interest in