My brain is in a strange place. I'm having lots of very odd dreams. Last night seemed to involve a plot nicked from a Zoë Heller novel, where I had an affair with someone, then ended up looking after his bitter partner into old age, until she eventually had me run over by youffs on bicycles on a sodden English country lane.
To fill the time in between there was much angst and confrontation in various European cities.
Also a sub-plot about a missing jewel.
When does the cheque for the films rights arrive in the post, do we think..?