Because it’s ruddy good, that’s why.
Here’s a swanky entry, tapped hastily in a Starbucks on Victoria Road, me having come up the Filth for two ‘hi there, who are you, would we like to work together’ meetings*, an episodic nitty gritty meeting on the Top Secret Project (that mr. Carver has rumbled – far too quick on the clues for me; he may be a whodunnit boy in the making - and which I may well now refer to as A2A, which is nasty textese but has already gained currency in the forums and is convenient for filenames), followed by the tx** party for Life on Mars 2.
This is about as glamorous as it gets. Not very.
I’m sure that the glamorous lifestyle I imagined successful writers must lead was one of the things that sustained me through the years lobbing cases of Special Brew and Buckfast about in a corner shop cellar. Not only have I discovered that the writer's life is anything but glamorous, when I am occasionally brushed by glamour I find that I hate it. I'm just a cardie and baffies boy at heart. So I've got my best cardie (only the one boiled egg stain; thanks, sweet daughter) and outdoor baffies on. Dressed to impress or what?
*The first of which I discovered was postponed three minutes after making a sweaty dash for the train. Ho bloody hum.
**meaning transmission, which I had to have explained to me, which in the using makes me feel like I’m really connected to the production process. Which I’m not.
2 comments:
I love whodunnits. I'm always able to guess who did it by at least half way through a film and I never get invited to murder mystery parties.
Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes was always my fave.
Maybe I should write a whodunnit?
I have an idea for a 30 minute pilot that takes place in real time in a public toilet. Ok, not all of it, some of it takes place in the public area just in front of the Lady's/Men's room doors so there's some interaction betweem the sexes and maybe I'll throw in a little girl-on-girl action to spice it up.
The 1st episode has to do with a terrorist time bomb that's going to go off in...well, 30 minutes.
Think it will fly?
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