Talking of Oliver!, I am off for afternoon tea backstage at the Theatre Royal today. Don't get excited - it sounds way more glamorous than it actually is. Less red carpet and more sterile corridor, if you follow me, chickens. Still, I might get a glimpse of Rowan Atkinson skulking around the stage door. Not that he really skulks - that's a little unfair. I mean, there was plenty of skulking onstage when he was singing You've Got To Pick A Pocket Or Two, but I suppose that it's a necessary movement tool for Fagin. I'm sure that he's all grace and charm in real life. Hopefully I'll find out today.

More later, darlings. Mwa.