Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Even more free scripts

Big update on simplyscripts today, which includes the pilot for Heroes. It’s not far off what appeared on screen, although there are one or two key changes, particularly to the story of indestructible cheerleader Claire Bennett. Hiro remains totally awesome.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Committed? Maybe I should be.

Thanks again to Lucy, for arranging a great night out on the tiles, and Piers for providing sofa-bed and fry-up. Sadly, I never did get to see any bra-straps.

I got home at about six, after leaving at one-thirty, just missing my first train. The one I did catch hilariously featured a young child serially vomiting over a table full of passengers as I listened to Tom Waits.

Luckily my car started fine; a relief, as I had spent the last half-dozen stops of my journey with an unreasoning paranoia that I’d left the lights on all weekend.

Not so! Hurrah!

One of the things to come out of our little get-together, was the setting of certain annual targets for our merry band of scribo-bloggers. Mine is the same as this year, which I have not managed - four hour (45 min) long scripts to be completed through 2007. I’ve written one ninety minute feature in ‘06, so I guess that could count as fifty percent completion, if one feels generous. I’m all about the self-loving, so 50% it is.

Plus added incentive! For each completed teleplay, a bottle of Sainsbury’s finest bubbly, courtesy of Piers. Obviously he is hedging his bets, based on my prior performance, but he underestimates the motivational power of booze.

Four scripts coming right up.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Square one

That’s the house sold, then. To the ex-girlfriend of one of my five-a-side friends. Small place, this.

It absolutely pissed down on Thursday night, which was unfortunate, since I’d left the car window open. I haven’t seen such soggy upholstery since ushering pensioners out of a Daniel O’Donnell concert. The floor and seat were absolutely soaked, but I drove into work, manfully.

I didn’t drive home, though, because running the heater to dry her out had drained the battery. Balls.

After a jump-start on Saturday, I drove round to my folks’ to use their dehumidifier. Everything went great guns, with every bead and drop of water giving it up eagerly, gracefully withdrawing from the fabric and condensing in the bucket. It ran that way for a good fifteen hours or so, until next door’s cat started playing with the extension cord, destabilising the dehumidifier and upsetting several pints of water straight back on the floor, the whiskery ginger fucker.

The extraction continues.

Someone up there is laughing at me.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Kinky Galactica

So maybe I need to watch that again, but did Saul Motherfucking Tigh just make an eyepatch out of his dead wife’s panties?


All that Tigh goodness and a Cylon threesome. Go, Baltar!

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

The more things change...

10 years ago today

I’m going to have to book an appointment with Louise, in order to spend some time with her. Even though we live together, I can’t get her alone and I can’t just leave things to fade.

I never expected this to work.

5 years ago today

I spent a while staring at the mirror last night, trying to look myself in the eye to see if there was anything there. I decided. I don’t feel twenty-five. I don’t feel grown-up, like an adult. I don’t feel like a man.

I don’t know what I was expecting. Something I could add to myself, to extend myself. Something I could use to define myself. I couldn’t see, or feel, anything. Only my reflection. There is only me, and not much of that.

Fun times! I may make this a regular series. Louise, by the way, is doing very well, a producer on high-profile Radio One shows. We haven’t spoken in years.

Once, I could have gone back fifteen years, but I threw those away in a fit of pique. Count yerselves lucky.