At one stage I didn’t think I had enough story to make it to 50,000 words. The way it’s sprouting at the moment I think I’ll be doing well to keep it under 100.

Get up the garden.

This struck me a while ago, but it’s really come to the fore as I catch up on the current series of 24. It’s this thing in American movies and TV programmes where they say things like “the suspect is heading north on”, “meet me at the south side of the building”, etcetera.
Maybe things are [...]

and failed miserably to stay awake at the kitchen table last night. I passed out before the laptop did.

So here it is, the result of a sometimes turbulent long haul flight from a script back in August to a finished commercial at the end of January. Turbulent, why? Because although the visual device is by no means new, it didn’t help to have a few thousand pink bunnies in batteries up their arses [...]

And typing.