Before I even get to the office, I’m on the phone to our costume designer. Busy executive type, me.

What really strikes me is that I can’t walk up the (pathetically small) incline to our office, and talk on the phone at the same time, without feeling a bit out of breath. Fitting that I’ve got my gym kit with me.

First thing after I get my breath back: Spaff’s nearly finished on our Secret Little Video Project, and wants me to do a dialogue polish on what he’s written. Between the two of us we add about 20% more gags. That’s science, Bobby! Continue reading →