Did you miss me? Did you? Sure y'did. Unless, of course, you were at the Cheltenham Screenwriters' Festival and became steadily sick of the sight of me over the full exhausting four-day shebang.
It was a grand event - worth the expense, time and effort, to say the very least - and presented so much Stuff that it'll probably keep me in blogging material for weeks, like some kind of Christmas turkey which gets made into sandwiches and the like. It's left my brain spinning and buzzing. I'm flitting from one screenplay idea to another, in an attempt to work out which script should hit the Red Planet Prize competition, which should hit Hammer Films and which should hit Film4. Help! My neural pathways are all congested. Hopefully I can soon work out what to write for who, and when.
Right now, though, I'm off to enjoy some alleged 'torture porn' with Hostel Part II. Then attending a carnival in Newark-On-Trent. Lovely.