Now, I had to deliver a bit of bad news last week, but this is the weekend of truth. Obviously there will be a couple of posts about Ricky Gervais (who he, eh?) and all that, but there's a meeting at half three with Rupert Sawyer. Got a job for me, he says, on email, going to be one of the telly ideas, help him out in development – you know, badger racing, that sort of thing. Might be time for a change with £15k on the old credit cards.
"Hiya," said Sawyer downstairs at the conference centre. "I gotta go, meeting, but look I've brought along Sonia to sort things out."
Hang on, I thought, as Sonia, Rupert's frumpy head of press, sat down. What sort of job in telly was she going to offer me? "I thought …" I began.
"Rupert wants you to write a speech for him for next month, we'll pay you £1,000," she said. Obviously, I said yes, but in that moment I realised I would have to un-resign.
