Funny who one bumps into in the street.
Not that I had tickets for Cyrano (it was a SOSSLED evening at ENO's La Belle Helene - more of, later)
Still, I also saw him later on outside the Stage Door, and he didn't even glare at me. So when I got to the Northern Line, I just burst into tears and cried my way home.
Update: Helen sent me this:
She says "I think he is actually looking to the side slightly to where geraldine was standing."
Very nice Helen, but I'm not convinced!
