Arjun Menon wrote:
Vivian Leigh is excellent in the movie - going from totally pissed off to slapping whoever is sharing the scene with her (mostly the black maid & Gable) to being apologetic, in a flash.
Reminds me of someone we know. A true psycho. Went out with the bummy alcoholic friend of ours years back and now follows him like a shadow. She goes from tears in her eyes expressions of horror to hysterical laughter within three minutes. The kind of woman you expect to find living under your floor.
So the other day I get an unexpected call from her. I'm thinking, wtf (also how did she get my number and should I toss my sim down a storm-drain), making chit-chat then she says, "Listen, can you give me the number of one of your band mates." So I'm thinking wha? Who? Who does she mean? Jack Flash? Not only is he married, but he's a bassist, couldn't let this happen to him. I mean. They're joke guitars, but they're still guitars.
"No. Your drummer, [names former drummer from older band]. Can I have his number."
The monkey pauses thinks. Thinks a moment more. The salient word here is, "drummer."
"Of course you can," says I. I'll SMS it straight away.
I await ensuing hilarity. And possibly homicide. ?