Back On The Job
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
I admit I get a bit minty occasionally, especially when I think about upcoming scans, which usually reveal C cells creeping over yet more internal organs like London mildew. But yesterday I was in hospital (lovely intubation, ladies, I’ve not a mark showing on me today) and read close to a hundred comments under my last post, especially noting the ones from people who said they’d been going through hard times too and enjoyed the blog. One lady told me she’d been coping with very painful hospital treatment and reading these pieces of scalliwag nonsense had been her only pleasure.
‘What’s in the Picture Book today, children?’*
I caved. I can’t entirely dismiss the feeling that I’m being blackmailed but what can you do? You go on until you stop.
So there’s this. I tend to follow writers through their work. I’ve long been interested inÂ Troy Kennedy Martin, who was the writer of ‘The Italian Job’ and went on to create ‘Edge of Darkness’, the award-winning political nuclear thriller directed by Martin Campbell. So imagine; you’re inÂ the middle of writing a pacy big budget heist thriller and you drop this in. Caine needs an expert electronics man on his team, so he goes to see him. It’s not the sort of scene that usually turns up and I often wonder, was this bit of script improvised? Then I realise that no, it’s Martin just having fun. The second clip proves the point.