Drat drat drat. I think I just turned down a job on Scrappy Races.
That is to say: an old chum called me to find out what I’m up to because they might have a producer/director job going (on a maybe/not sure basis); the dates clashed; I gave them the number of a director chappie anyway just in case.
Three hours later that chappie rang me. “I think I start on Monday.”
Um… bother. I’d have enjoyed that. Ah, well – I’m otherwise engaged, nothing to be done about it. All good karma, or whatever.
Oh Bother! I have no doubt it would have been really bad to work on…