Barfta

So, went to the BAFTAS. Life on Mars 2 didn't win, which surprised nobody. I felt disappointed for Matthew and Ashley - they should have won at least one. The nature of the drama winners reflected the nature of the juries and their motivation, I reckon; white middle class guilt. Britz over Cranford? What?

Best part was strolling along an unusually pedestrian-free Great Marlborough Street in the warm Sunday evening with my LoM buddies, dressed in my Moss Bros suit (no bow tie; there are limits), and gradually realising that the reason for the absence of pedestrians was the iron fences holding back the crowds gathering at Argyll Street, which was red-carpeted from one side to the other. I loitered uncomfortably for a while with lovely Julie Rutterford as Philip and Dean were blinded by flashbulbs, then made a dash for the auditorium and the free champagne. My response to the dazzling and the bedazzled crowds is to think of this. I had to agree with Ash - writers just aren't made for this kind of event.

Cop pilot finally in and awaiting final absolute definite really this is it this time decision from the Beeb. Pitch in at ITV. Working on a treatment for a thriller type pilot and about to start on the single commission. Busy busy. In a good way. And the sun's shining.

Killing time in Foyles before a meeting - oh joy - I picked up a screenwriting manual, my first in a long time. It turned out to be fascinating - first I've read that reflects the TV writer's real experience rather than the fantasy life projected in most feature writing books. I'm sure you all know it, but I'll recommend it anyhow; Writing the TV Drama Series, by Pamela Douglas.