Sorry!

For being a useless blogger and worrying at least one person by my disappearance. Hadn't realised it was over a month since my last post, actually. How time flies when work is ridiculous, courgettes are crazy, and the chickens are taking this free range business a bit too seriously for my liking (came home yesterday to find Sybil had got over two sets of fences and was two gardens away - apologies and eggs to my neighbours). In addition to too much going on elsewhere, there has been very little going on film/theatre/writing wise recently. Until last week. And suddenly, I wrote a bit of play-related stuff (need to do more research - no, this time, I really do, it's not just procrastination), I saw a play (Hamlet, RSC, Tennant, Stewart - will review properly tomorrow), and I seem to find myself in pre-production for a short.

Hmm.

That's what happens when you send an email listing the 5 million things your co-filmmaker needs to think about, and instead of coming back with "actually, I've changed my mind" he comes back with "ok but x y z" (x y z being his take on why we're going low-tech, why September is a good idea [for filming, not per se - of course September is a good idea per se, there'd be a hole in the year otherwise and some people would miss their birthdays], and oh by the way we have no money). Anyway, I sent him another email this morning with another 5 million things to think about, not that I'm setting up hurdles or anything, so with any luck the seriousness of this possible pre-production should become clearer this week.

Am verging on manic laughter. But that may be because it's late, I'm tired, and I spent part of the afternoon talking to men dressed up as Romans, cooking sausages. And they're REALLY serious about being Romans. Bit alarming really, til you see the Kettle Chips on the table.