Tuesday, 17 December 2013


I've been working hard all day on Brass, and have got as far as the interval in the third draft of the script. I'd say the script feels almost there now, and unless Sara comes up with a big set of notes, we could well be ready for the work-shopping process.

The music and lyrics are further off, however, and need to become the priority throughout January.

Can you believe it's almost Christmas? This is the time of year when we're suppose to utter cliches like "where on earth did the year go?" Cliche or no cliche, it's a question for which I'd rather like the answer!

Of course, at this time of year, one initially looks back assuming you've rather wasted the past twelve months, but when you start to piece things together, a rather rich tapestry of events and achievements emerges, and when one looks back on the same time last year, which for me was a period when I was working in Newcastle on 100 Faces, things seem like forever ago.

I don't have a lot more to say. I had a sack of new potatoes for lunch, which I thought would be fun baked in the oven with a tomato and olive sauce and melted cheese on the top. It was delicious, but it burned my mouth. I can't believe I'm committing all of this to my blog! It shows you how dull I've become. Stop reading now!

I wrote all day in the kitchen and was distracted by a rather ripe smell. There were a couple of carrots thinking of going off in the fruit bowl, which I duly threw in the bin, but the stench lingered. It was only when my fingers actually entered an apple that a realised where the smell was coming from. And then, of course, the whiff was all over my fingers and right inside my nose. Bluegh!

Right, that's plenty enough for a day with no consequence. I remember now that the most exciting thing I did today was open the advent calendar that Fiona sent me from Germany!

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