Clive Owen

So, I said to him: xxxxxxxxxxxx, and I get, for the purposes of conversation: Nul point!

But I had another story up my sleeve: Clive. Owen!

So we got stoned, he was sitting down, we could have been silent , but I started…

So, C Owen.
1) he’s in the best film in 18 years (if not ever…)
2) he lives in Wrabness, half a mile from where I had the stroke…
3) on Thursday last, I think of him because – for the first time in three years – I’ve gone to the cinema of which he is patron to hear a New Orleans-style brass band…

4) THE SAME NIGHT, he gets in his car, in Wrabness, and drives to the Soho House – and bumps straight into L…

And she says: I know this screenwriter, went to Wrabness, the same age as you, had a major stroke, is just coming back 4 1/2 years on…
To which he says: f***ing unbelievable!

And T goes: Cool!


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I had a stroke on July 26th, 2013. I was a screenwriter. Don’t do that anymore. But have found another way to write.

One thought on “Clive Owen”

  1. sounds like something interesting may come of this, non? xxL

    Sent from Yahoo Mail for iPhone


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