Chris Lash lived with me ten years ago, in a house on Crookesmoor Rd in Sheffield. I think he works at one of the universities on Oxford Rd, as I've seen him twice in the last month. Each time, Liz and I have had Chinese food first. He was in the same cinema as us for The Wrestler (we'd been to Pearl City first), and then tonight he was in Big Hands after we'd been to the newly opened Red Chilli just over the road. Does the smell of star anise pull him out of his hidey-hole? Weird.
Liz came back to my house to watch Shameless. I gave her the mirror, whose frame was gleaming after I'd polished it. She likes it, I think.
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