…never let one of your parents try and imitate a Bee Gees song when you’re in a car and there is no opportunity for immediate escape. Don’t ask me why, just take my word for it.
Right, so I am at last back in Wales, back for the weekend to rest, relax, and finish an essay. Damn you Social Capital for stealing my weekend!
Alas, this means that writing any screenplays must take a reluctant backseat in my schedule, at least until I get this thing done. Should have it done by the end of the weekend, then I can relax and let the Wednesday deadline arrive while I sit and get stuck into Lockdown, whilst turning an ‘Ungry shooting script into a scribble-laden mess with my shot notes. I must admit I’ve been rather productive in the actual screenwriting way of things of late. I’m thinking its because Mourners and the Opera are off my shoulders. I need some time away from them before a revisit and an undoubted rethink. Hell, I had another damn idea today, about an old unit of the USAF during WWII, known as the ‘Gentlemen from Hell’. Bad Ad, so many ideas and so little time!
Right, I really should get an early night, off to Manchester airport early in the morning to pick up elder sibling for a brotherly social. T’will be interesting.
Anyway, back to blocking out the voice of the balls!!
