You don't mind if we watch Big Brother?
We're recording Five Days.
So are we.
So slow, isn't it?
We've only seen the first three quarters of an hour. Seems alright. The brother of the actress who was in my play is in it.
The play "wot you wrote"...Eric.
Who does he play? This brother.
The young policeman.
Is there a young policeman?...Did his sister do anything after your play?
I suppose so. I thought I saw her in an advert. The actor who was going to but didn't play the main part in my play ended up in The Bill. He was a central character in The Bill. Another actor on the course was in Eastenders for a bit. I keep looking out for them. It's such a long time ago, I'm not sure I'd recognise them now.
You ought to write a book. You always were good with words. You could give up work, sit at home doing nothing all day. That's what you'd like to do, isn't it? You could create the new Harry Potter. Become a multimillionaire.
No, I couldn't.
Why not? She's done well for herself.
I can't write prose. Only dialogue. And I'm no good with stories.
You don't mind me turning the telly up?