Dear James,
Two terrible things happened today. First of all, I sat through the entirety of Richard Gere's "Shall We Dance". I could claim that I was looking for flats in the classified ads while viewing, but I still saw more than I wanted to see. The film is mentioned in my novel, so I did have a research basis for watching a film I'm supposed to have seen, but even so.
The second bad thing: Towards the end of the film, a strangely familiar song could be heard, but one that had clearly been bastardised beyond recognition. I thought it might be Rod Stewart. It turned out it was Peter Gabriel, doing this to this lovely song. He should know better. And I got through it all without smoking.
