Plus I will be spending the next two days at a swanky hotel being a swanky writer with other swanky writers as we swankily storyline a swanky new series.**
I have to stress (unfortunately) this is not the habitual lot of the UK writer, and the last time a production company put me up overnight I stayed in a glorified motel whose barman tried to poison me with the worst pint of Guinness I have ever tasted.*** Before that, maybe four or five times, twice in a great place in Glasgow I have limited memory of due to naughty actors with bar tabs, but otherwise nothing to get excited about.
However, I have to share this joyous titbit from the agenda...
#Vacate the room at 18.00 - continue storylining in the Games Room until 7.
...The Games Room?
The Games Room??Ha. If they're trying to impress, I'm impressed.
*If nothing else, writing this blog has reawakened the simple pleasure that arises from finding exactly the right word. Hiatus, indeed.
**And the equally simple but less admirable pleasure of boasting.
***Still, stupidly, I finished it. Oh how I paid... it's hard to come up with brilliant creative ideas when you're calculating how many steps and how many seconds it will take to get you to a toilet and safety.
4 comments:
Be careful of the free bar. I apparently called one of the producers of a show swinging for a two day hotel break a talentless bitch.
If I could remember it, it might have been worth it.
Is there such a thing as a dodgy pint of Guinness? I think not, it must have been something you ate; the rat kebab, maybe?
Good work on Afterlife tonight - not as grim as the last one, but getting there. You really don't like happy endings, do you?
Okay - where have you gone? Or were you just a figment of my imagination?? (If the latter, hopefully my subconscious will reveal how to use a blogger template and WHY I should create an alter ego like you! It's all a mystery...)
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