Had a fantastic Friday, meeting director Dan Turner for an epic discussion of a film we've started cooking up with a frightening display of creative chemistry and determination. We were highly professional about it too, accomplishing several hours of Proper Sensible Talk before laying into the Mojitos and the buckets of Jack and lemonade.
So naturally, to celebrate an incredibly productive and business-like Friday, I thought it only fair to spend the rest of the weekend visiting the marvellously-named Wittering on the South Coast, get pissed-up on Pimms, build sandcastles (well, a 'robot' which looked more like a ghost) and run around on the beach wearing ladies' silver flip-flops. With a flowery design. That's what every writer does, to let off steam, right?
No? Just me? Oh.