Thu 11 March 2004 - I didn’t say that
Thursday 7:50pm. Phone rings.
“Hello, is that Daniel?”
“Yes”
“It’s the Comedy Club here. You said we should ring you back on Thursday, and –”
“No, I didn’t say that. I said I got your stuff in the mail, and that I’d get back to you. And I’d appreciate no more calls.”
(Humbled voice) “Oh.. okay…” [click]
Look, I haven’t got a problem with the Comedy Club per se. Sounds like Cinema Nova have kicked them out of their old venue to build more screens, and judging from their advertising guff they sent me, they’re eking out an existence upstairs in the Athenaeum, and probably trying hard to find any customers they can. But repeatedly phoning people up is not the way to do it.