Progress, Sweet Progress

Had a grand evening with director Dan. After sensibly discussing treatment tweaks - largely centring on changing the function of one character and keeping our original idea intact - we got down to some booze in an old-school Elstree hotel bar, which was lent even more personality by a passionate posse of German card players.

So now, I need to update the treatment, ready to spend October writing the script. And before that, there's a short script to work on, which Dan's planning to film fairly soon. Oh yes, it's all happening...

Had the pleasure of bumping into Paul Campbell at the train station this morning - he and a colleague were arriving for another day at the BBC's Writing Academy, which is now in its second week. As he says in his latest post, it's "bloody hard work", but in an immensely positive way. Which kinda sums up writing as a whole, doesn't it?

Disclaimer: Any card players pictured on Jason Arnopp's blog may not necessarily be the ones he encountered in real life, during his wacky adventures.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi Jason.

i notice you sometimes get to mingle/interview famous faces I was wondering if you've ever slept with any of them or maybe got to first base. If so who were they and what was it like.

Thanks,

Billy Mummford

Jason Arnopp said...

Hi Billy!

Sure, no problem. Shall I go alphabetically by first name? Well, there was the late, great

Darn, wait a minute, I've left the gas on. I'll get back to you, yeah? Nice one.

James Moran said...

I know for a *fact* that Jason has slept with Ralph Richardson, snogged a cardboard cutout of Jessica Rabbit, and squeezed Bob Holness' balls during a drunken overnight train journey to catch the Holyhead ferry. How do I know? I just do.

Jon Peacey said...

Lucky chap... drink, a train AND a ferry! Hoorah for alcohol fuelled journeys!

...or maybe I missed the point. ;-)

Lucy said...

First base? What the hell is that?

Paul Campbell said...

Good to see you too, Jason.

Jon Peacey said...

First base... that's like Rammstein in Germany, isn't it?