14/7/09
On the top deck of the 76 bus en route to meet Mark Flunder in Waterloo. We're going to discuss our film project. We do this regularly - once every six year or so. The film will get made, one day, we just might not be the young future of cinema when it does.
It's a beautiful day, bright sunshine, and I look down from my seat on the top deck as we pass St Paul's Cathedral. I look down on men in shirt sleeves and ties and women in tight skirts and high heels. Oh yes, I'd forgotten - people still work. Seven months since being made redundant, I feel totally detached from the notion that people have jobs to go to.
We begin the day together, around 6.30 or 7; a cup of tea, radio 4, a shower, a cup of coffee and then the world goes to work whilst I climb eleven steps to sit a PC, for hours on end. I write, I have long since given up applying for jobs, I think, my mind wanders, I get distracted by the cat.
