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.