Hypocrite in a Poofy White Dress: Next meeting

Happy new year folks. After a phenomenal amount of hemming and hawing, we've ditched Don Quixote and have reeled in the far-less-high-brow Hypocrite in a Poofy White Dress: Tales of growing up groovy and clueless, by Susan Gilmore.

I'll be very interested to see what people think about it, and whether it will offer anyone insight into the goings on in my brain. I hope you all like it more than I liked the fiercely Anglo Brick Lane, which I found as utterly impenetrable as those irritating 3am conversations when people around me start discussing the children's TV of their youth with wistful abandon. But you all seemed to love it. Maybe because you all remember the same tv.

Regardless, it looks like the location is in Chiswick, at Annie's Restaurant after a trip to the Theatre (for some of us high-culture slaves).

Time forthcoming. My 2p: I would prefer not to have two engagements on the same weekend in London as that would mean staying over, so if we can keep it to the Saturday that would be grand. Early, of course, after the matinee and before everyone else's saturday nights.