I struggled with where to post this one.. Practice English (British), Literature, Missing Olya, a new thread, or here under nonRussian Films... sigh...

I watched a "brilliant" BBC production of Christopher Reid's narrative poem, The Song of Lunch. The story tells about a book editor who after 15 years meets his former love for a nostalgic lunch in a SoHo Italian restaurant. Starring Alan Rickman and Emma Thompson.

The poem is very descriptive and Rickman does an amazing job of bringing it to life. It is about 50 minutes and is posted on YouTube.

The start of the poem....
He leaves a message, a yellow sticky,
on the dead black
of his computer screen:
gone to lunch. i may be some time.
His colleagues won’t be seeing him
for the rest of the afternoon.
Rare joy of truancy, of bold escape
from the trap of work!
That heap of typescript can be left to dwell
on its thousand offences
against grammar and good sense;
his trusty blue pen
can snooze with its cap on;
nobody will notice.
He shuts the door on the sleeping dog
of his own departure,
hurries not too fast along the corridor,
taps the lift button, and waits.
To meet even one person
at this delicate juncture
would sully the whole enterprise.
But he’s in luck:
the lift yawns emptily,
he steps in, is enclosed
and carried downwards
to sunlight and London’s
approximation of fresh air.
With one bound he is free!