As Lucy kindly pointed out, I haven't posted here for a week. It's been a combination of working like a madman and real-life type stuff, but here I am, back again. Typing and everything. So let's see: what's gone on?
Didn't make the Fever Pitch Top 10 shortlist. This is simultaneously a shame and a relief. Now, at least, I'll be able to enjoy the Cheltenham Screenwriters' Festival without worrying about preparing a live pitch. And I can still pitch the film idea to various folk over the course of the four days. By the way, the ever-unstoppable Lucy's running her own Fever Pitch comp, by way of consolation to those who didn't make it.
I've had a basic idea for the BBC's Royal Tapes radio play competition (despite knowing or caring little about the Royals) so might well write it up in time for the Friday midday deadline. It's only three minutes long max: how hard can it be? Hmmmmm.
Also this Friday, I'm hitting the BECTU Freelances' Fair, which should be an interesting affair. Few seminars, bit of mingling: where's the harm? There is no harm to be seen...
I've got a feature in tomorrow's new Doctor Who Magazine, so will blog about that tomorrow. Oh, and my interview with Any Dream Will Do winner Lee Mead is in this week's issue of Heat.
Are any other non-smokers feeling the urge to light up in pubs, just for the sheer fuck of it? I've done it twice in the last week. A pointless exercise, I'll grant you, but I like the idea of smoking in pubs - just not the reality, in terms of health or getting engulfed in other people's brown mist. Ugh. That didn't sound good. Still, as I've been saying to people since cities started falling around the world, I can't see why some pubs can't be smoking and others non-smoking...
Wondering where the 'Tomato' came from in 'Tomato Catch-Up'? I had one in a salad for lunch. There. It's a seamless play on words, and no mistake.