I had an interesting comment on the blog earlier in the week, which might have been one of genuine interest or might have been spam. Either way, it complimented my blog and asked what my novel was about and when was it going to be published. I offered a flattered but not very informative reply, so I am going to amend that right now. It is a story set in both the 1980′s and in the present, with the chapters being written alternately by one of the characters in the first person and the other in the traditional third. The reader is introduced to a set of people who commit an irresponsible act, in some ways unwittingly, and we observe whether any of those actions take their moral toll on them in their later life. It takes place in Bristol, Paris, London, Switzerland, Sri Lanka so far, but is unfinished so there may be more locations. The characters are in their late teens at the onset, and are in their late thirties, early forties as we approach the present.
I am in a terrible habit of procrastination, and this blog is currently giving me a great reason once again not to write any more of it. I have also started to write a play adapting it loosely from one of Shakespeare‘s because he is such a help with structure, while I don’t seem to be too bad on dialogue. I have some poems, and several short stories to my name as well as one episode of a sit-com pilot about two unsuitable flat mates who end up being friends. Other ideas have been a television series based on a famous royal courtesan and a series about a set of marathon obsessed individuals. Oh and two romantic novellas originally pitched towards the Mills and Boone market. So, whoever sent the flattering enquiry about my writing, I hope this answers it a bit. Any further interest from editors of magazines, in particular the FT Weekend, or literary agents, do feel free to make themselves known to me, I would be delighted.
I am finally going to see This House by James Graham this coming week. I thought originally that I knew about three in the cast. It transpires that I know at lease five. It is a cast of several male and very few female roles, which always bothers me, but the mates who are in it are bound to be brilliant. If I felt that strongly I should just get on with writing a play with a plethora of female roles, but given how history and politics have cast only men in most of the real life roles, I would have to become Prime Minister to try and change the current order of things. Sad to think that the one female we had in that position only surrounded herself with men, instead of using her power as an opportunity to promote her sex. Hey ho. The odd thing is that I work in an office that is practically all female; I believe that throughout London there are marketing, PR firms, film, advertising and casting companies dotted with mainly female offices in positions of considerable wealth and power. Yet we do not seem to be reflecting that in any of our culture. Shame, really, given how brilliant so many actresses are.
On the subject of female roles and sexism, I have discovered that some people do not like watching Madmen because they find it so sexist. I have to say that the roles for women in this exceptional programme are absolutely superb, depicting, in my view, how these individuals dealt with the sexism of the time, among other storylines. I have also recently absolutely loved how Endeavour, telling the young Morse’s story, has been directed and edited. Delicately portrayed and superbly acted, it has enriched my sunday evenings. The picture we glean is a uniquely British world in which the very absence of women or the sudden introduction of a woman compounds just how little power women had in that particular phase of history. It overjoys me to think that some, if not much, progress has been made since then.
I am also seeing another mate in a play called The Duke in Darkness at the Tabard Theatre. He is playing the Duke himself, and I have suggested that I ought to start addressing him accordingly. Since then, I have begun my texts with “Your Grace”. He feels this is how it should have always been and does not understand why I have only just begun addressing him thus. On the subject of royalty we dined with the German Prince at The Brown Cow in Fulham a day or so ago. He was on top form choosing a glorious New Zealand pinot noir to accompany our various steaks, mine being tartare (I couldn’t resist.) It was a superb meal and good service, if a touch on the pricey side.
Tonight is another good mate’s fiftieth. In fact, he is the husband of the fiftieth birthday girl from my last blog. This time it is a barbecue, which is causing me a sartorial dilemma, as we are only in May and the evenings are nothing short of parky. So it’s denim shorts over some black opaque tights, a statement belt, mustard top and statement scarf. And a little cape in case it turns arctic. He has instructed no presents, but I bought the gift way before his dictum, so he shall have to have it and that’s final. Should be good. Excellent close mates will be there. I have just re-read and wonder about the word statement, as used next to belt and scarf. Silly really. I shall now finish my statement blog and get on with my statement life on this statement bank holiday weekend.