4th day of mini-vacation in Whistler, posh ski-resort 2 hours out of Vancouver. Too tired to get out of bed at check-out time this morning and thought I heard someone barfing in the girl’s bathroom next door, so a good excuse to pull covers over my head and spend another day in solitude of Whistler Hostel (55 mins out of the village, on a big lake). I have a bizarrely narrow bed and slippery green canvas mattress, so spent most of the night tangled in sheets and almost sliding onto the floor. Eventually got up at 12.40 and lied to English James when he took the piss that I’d already spent two and a half hours writing a screenplay upstairs in my bedroom, thank you very much. Don’t want him to think I’m an idle swine
... read more