“My favourite haunt if it weren’t for the prices. The last time I dined there, I asked for the bill and a pistol.”
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“My favourite haunt if it weren’t for the prices. The last time I dined there, I asked for the bill and a pistol.”














“Claims to ordinariness and salt-of-the-earth virtue—‘slumming it,’ as it’s crudely called—are themselves pretentious. The assumption that dropping your aitches or asserting a love of a cheap beer over a fine wine, or processed cheese over a Parmesan, will make you seem unspoiled or somehow more gritty is classic downwardly mobile play-acting.”
“Well, imagine if we only ever did what we were supposed to,”

“If you do a good play and it gets bad reviews and nobody comes it’s off in a week or two and that’s the end of it, it’s gone forever. If you do a film that’s not well received to start with, it turns out it can have a life after death.”