Nicked!

I didn't actually think that I really would be policed, but well done DCI Downes for pointing out that I blew the everyday blog. My only excuse is that I was busy doing something else - and no, not watching TV. My head is full of big, wild dogs at the moment but I know there's the threads of multiple story endings in their somewhere.

To coax them out, tomorrow morning I'm taking Steve (JuJitsu instructor) shooting (clays) at Greenfields. We haven't been for months, so I predict much amusement and dissing of the others talent for most of the morning and with a bit of luck the -4 degrees temperature will keep Joe Public away for a couple of hours. If anybody is in the area and wants to get in on some hot cordite action on a Sunday morning, drop me an email and we'll figure something out - not necessarily tomorrow either.. any Sunday morning is good for me.

Back at the keyboard, I've been battering away at the TV screenplay for Hunters - and how I wish I had a better name for it because it just reminds me of the TV show Hunter with Fred Dryer. Then again, a TV detective that solves crime by shooting the perps dead is no bad thing. Maybe I should change the name of one of the characters to Fred in homage. Although now I've said it out loud, that makes me think of Scooby Doo. Scrap that idea.

In my other home in New York that my buddy Roger is keeping warm for me, we've come up with a plan to relaunch Burn out there as a rock n roll magazine. Old school Creem sort of thing. I give up with this country - nobody wants to know about the shit we love, so to pitch it digitally at a few million people who do give a damn seems like it might have some mileage under the belt. Still in baby stages at the moment but it's a plan that sits quite comfortably.

More posting later... if I can get up to three before midnight, will that wipe out the missing days?