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LARS : Bday ..21. dont hide !
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Interviewer 1: Does that feel like a different life now? A different you?
Alex: Yeah, it warms my heart though. Little puppies, look at us.
Interviewer 2: Look at the hair though! Damon’s hair!
Alex: Still got the same hair, I have.
Interviewer 2: You have!
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They saw Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon [on their first date], a Chinese film with French subtitles. “I didn’t hang out with many English-speaking people, and I forgot Win wouldn’t understand.”
Regine translated for Win, whispering into his ear, a first act of intimacy.
“Then we went to a party and we met all your friends. I was wearing a cowboy hat, coming from Texas, and you thought it was so exotic,” Win says. “You wanted me to wear my cowboy hat everywhere.”
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Damon is standing by a table in the restaurant bar looking dazes and a bit confused. ‘I’m in trouble. I’m in big trouble’ he says. He squints at a hip red chair and carefully lowers his body onto it. He rubs his eyes with his fists, trying to focus on what’s around him. Damon pours himself some white wine and then just stares at the glass. ‘Where’s Justine?’ She’s looking for you in the other bar; she thought you might go straight at home if you saw a room full of unfamiliar faces in suits. ‘I’m going to be in trouble when she sees the state of me…’
Justine strolls into the bar. She bends down to give Damon a hug and immediately recalls. ‘You’re drunk! I let you out of my sight for three hours and look what happens! How did the screen test go? Did you watch yourself on the rushes? Are you going to take the part? Who have you been drinking with?’ she sits down and he puts his legs on her lap. With her hands inside the bottom of his trousers, stroking his leg, she quizzes him on his early evening and laughs at his nonsensical answers. Without any warning, Damon suddenly remembers something and shouts out: ‘They’re all cunts! The lot of them. Cunts.’
The waiter appears and says our dining table is ready. Damon smiles sweetly at him. Justine wonders if she should put him in a cab and send him home, but Damon has already made his way to the table. He sits down with his back to window, oblivious to the fact that the Oxo Tower sells itself on it’s fine views up and down the Thames, and that St Paul’s is lit up just behind his head. He focuses on a bowl of olives, puts three in his mouth at once and then can’t deal with the stones. He suddenly looks worried. When he was in Iceland recently, writing songs for the up-coming Blur album, he found a huge stone on the slopes of a volcano and brought it home with him. Now the volcano has erupted. He’s not quite sure if it’s his fault or not, but decides that he feels bad all the same.
When the menus arrive, Justine reads one out to Damon, suggesting that he choose the bruschetta with goat’s cheese followed by John Dory and spinach. He frowns but agrees. ‘Maybe you’ll feel better if you eat something,’ Justine suggests. But Damon isn’t listening. Damon has fallen asleep.
Just before midnight, St Paul falls into darkness and the taxi is on its way. ‘It’s operation move Damon’ says Justine laughing. ‘Damon, Damon, wake up! You’re on set in five minutes! You’re an East End gangster! You’re in Iceland stealing a huge stone!’ His eyelids flicker and he stands up. His eyes are still closed. ‘No, don’t move yet. Sit down. He’s so sweet, isn’t he? Bless him’. She grabs his sweater and places it on his head. ‘He thinks it’s his duvet’ it falls on the table, narrowly missing the empty chocolate plate. ‘I doubt I’ll get him as far as the sofa. I’ll have to put him on the rug and leave him’.
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