Richard Eyre made me laugh like a drain today. On a Southwest train from Vauxhall to Twickenham.

I'm up to 1996. It's 1 July. And he writes:

I saw Stephen Daldry, who's doing a show about actors' bodies. He was complaining that the actors wouldn't pull down their foreskins when talking about them, or show the audience how the muscles in their sphincters worked.

Glad to say that this is a problem I've never encountered.