Yesterday: ‘Would you like to go to Pompeii?’
‘You’re not available? Damn!’
‘No! I mean – yes! I could do that. I think. Tuesday?’
‘Send me your CV, let’s both think it through and talk tomorrow.’
‘Sounds like a plan.’
Today: ‘Dreadfully sorry, the original guy came back. Er… we don’t want you any more.’
‘Nothing to do with your suitability, you sound great – he’s just worked out that [and here’s a bit of explanation that I’ll omit because nobody gains from my relating it] so he’s back on board.’
‘Oh. Woah. Fair enough. Well, it happens.’
‘We’re really sorry. We’re really really sorry.’
‘Nah, don’t worry. Good luck with the shoot, and you know where to find me if… you know, actually, I hope nothing happens. Not because I wouldn’t love to be involved, but…’
June 28th, on Five, Live from Pompeii. I’m not involved. Nice thought, though. And a rather amusing reminder that when things happen in TV, they happen now. I’m actually missing that.
Plus, I had cause to read about pyroclastic flows, which are my new favourite thing.