we were chatting about werner herzog's
nosferatu the vampyre at ye olde charity bookstore today. "did you know V found him in her bed once?" B asked me.
nosferatu?! "no, werner herzog." i made a beeline for V. "well, yes, but he wasn't there for
me," she said. "i had an assistant back then, and i came home one day and just found them both in there. i shouted for them to get out, and she whispered to me, 'but V, it's
werner herzog.' 'i don't give a shit who it is,' i said." she knows that i'm heading overseas tomorrow, and she asked me to report back on mayhem in the UK this weekend. i, in turn, made her promise to rule the store with an iron fist in my absence. "yes, the corrupt republic of V!" she exclaimed.
Perfect.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm not a robot.