5:19 p.m. Barry wrote:
Just some dodgy stock. Too strong for average clubbers. Lucas was looking for storage places until the heat died down. Freezers are best for this type of shit, he says. But now a buyer’s come up so
5:22 p.m. Nick wrote:
Fuck’s sake. This is the last job you do for him. From now on, you’re too busy. Understand?
5:22 p.m. Barry wrote:
It’s good money, bro.
5:23 p.m. Nick wrote:
It fucking isn’t. If you don’t end things with L I’ll tell Mum.
5:24 p.m. Nick wrote:
And stop bro-ing me, you’re thirty-four.
Message exchange between Nicky-Rose Dearing and Sarah-Jane MacDonald on June 1, 2025:
6:43 p.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:
Where are you?
6:43 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:
In the lighting box.
6:44 p.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:
Does it look as bad from up there as it does from down here?
6:44 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:
Difficult to say.
6:48 p.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:
Lucas and Barry have burst into giggles twice. Mark has had three prompts and Amelia is literally hobbling. On the plus side, Issy being so tearful is great for her characterization.
6:48 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:
Hadn’t noticed.
6:49 p.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:
Fran hasn’t got her mojo back.
6:49 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote:
I wouldn’t know.
6:50 p.m. Nicky-Rose wrote:
She needs to leave whatever’s going on in her life at the door and focus. Celia, Joel, and John are carrying the whole play. Kevin is quietly fuming. You have been warned.
6:50 p.m. Sarah-Jane wrote: