Bev, my agent, has managed to wangle me a meeting with Marti, who's remaking that marvellous 60s film How To Murder Your Wife. I'm up for the role played by the late, great, lovely Terry-Thomas, of course. So I'm off to California for lunch with the maestro.
Can't say I'm sad to leave Rotorua, really. There's a permanent stink here that's going to outlast religion!
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