Getting my beard tidied up today.
The barber asks, "Do you remember when Celtic won the European Cup?"
Mate, I'm 44. Celtic won it in 1967.
Either he's trying to upsell beard dye or I apparently look about 73.
What a week.
Wednesday: queried Jenny Savill at Andrew Nurnberg. 3 hours later: full manuscript request. 48 hours later: offer of representation.
I am currently levitating somewhere above the River Clyde.
First day of the year and I’ve already closed the book on two shows.
Stranger Things - thank you for your service, but you stayed well past your welcome.
Billions - heartbroken it’s over, deeply satisfied with the ending.
Still feel sorry for Mike though.
@sjtownend ‘The Rats’ by James Herbert. First horror I ever read, aged 12, and it chewed its way into my brain. Maybe it’s nostalgia, maybe it’s trauma, but those mutant rodents live rent-free in my psyche.
Paperweight are back? Thank heavens. I’ve yearned for so long to live like a Victorian gentleman, overwhelmed by technology, yet soothed by a hefty object on my desk. @OpenAI a trillion dollars well spent! #BringBackThePaperweight
Had an #agent121 that left me more energized than 6 espressos & a motivational podcast. I'm now legally required to warn people before I enter rooms due to my levels of optimism. Currently vibrating at a frequency only dolphins can hear. Huge thanks to @jslwilliamson@IAmInPrint
First day off and it couldn’t be more perfect. Just me, the dogs, and a hilltop in the motherland. Not a soul in sight, just sun, silence and slobbery kisses. Honestly, what more do I need? Well�� maybe a literary agent and a wee farm, but we move.