So, in the end I guess we're all marooned.
BAFTA's going to fly us all out to New York... Page 4
I have also received rejection, but in the company of such illustrious rejectees I hardly feel like sobbing at all.
Who needs those business class flights out to the USA anyway? Who cares about that spiffy hotel and all the mingling with the telly execs? I'm off down Tesco Express to get myself some chocolate hob-nobs.
You should be hob-nobbing with the stars, Penge.
Got my feedback for this. It's pretty useful, though a bit more feedback on the script itself would have been preferable.
That said, the feedback on each individual aspect is good, as you don't get any on those things normally. I didn't even really know how to write any of them!
Dan