I'm in a writing phase at the moment, and the trouble with writing is that it doesn't lead to an exciting week of activities. Washing out a coffee cup and shouting at . Iain Duncan Smith is about as stimulating as it gets. Of course, I could always invent a seven-day sequence of events to make it look as if I'm constantly engaged in constant executive action. (I attended an abseiling away-day last Tuesday to discuss comedy's future online while coming down the side of the Shard with Jon Thoday and Tony Hall. Then it was on to a Wednesday-night screening of Amazon's new, 22-part Peter Morgan drama about the race to design the front and back of the first pound roin.) But the lies would quickly show through.
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