...for anyone I offend with my fervent and intolerant views. Tomorrow I plan to finish my second sitcom(*) so am bracing myself for a slew of rejections. Each letter that lands on my doorstep will only add to the fury I have at the punctilious dullards who like to keep the industry amongst the in-crowd.
That said, long term lurker with GSOH sticks his head above the parapet. I bring biscuits - help yourselves. I mean you no harm. The more friendly ones amongst you can have jaffa cakes or hob nobs, but only the chocolate ones for the latter. One needs to compensate for the overwhelming saltiness of the little buggers.
There. First post. It's all downhill from here.
(*) I never bothered submitting my first one. It would be too painful to allow the commissioning nepotists turn down the scene where the nuclear powered cows take our heroes hostage.