S'not

One of my testers recently informed me that his best friend lived in a flat. "S'not a flat! It's my home !" retorted the friend. Interesting stuff, I thought.

A fight over the remaining packet of prawn cocktail crisps will break out by the time we join the M25. Then the chorus of complaints will begin. […] "Tom's got more than me. S'not fair!" "No, she's lying. You gave her more. S'not fair!"

But the songs are all Gershwin oldies, and Craig Lucas’ rewritten book, about a struggling American artist in Paris, has been larded with all sorts of echoes of World War II and the Nazi occupation. S’not wonderful.