4. 4th January 2025. WHO wants to buy us???

 Matty's mate, Duffy, round to watch the Everton game on a stream they couldn't get, turned to me and asked, "Is this true about Musk buying Liverpool then?"

Is what what? Seriously?

I looked at the image on the post. Is that the Star or the Sport? If it's the Star then it's a worry. I've got a mate that's sports editor there and if he's let that through then we're in trouble. It was the Sport. Which means its bollocks. But still, a serious question to be asked: if Elon Musk were to buy Liverpool could I continue supporting them? The man who's done more in the last year to facilitate the rise of the far right - buying Twitter once his bluff was called and he was forced to stump up $44bn then running the thing into the ground by letting every single banned account back on, Trump, the Tates, little Tommy ten names. The man who's funding Trump, who's offering to fund Farage, who's demanding that the UK have a new election because Starmer's shit (Starmer is shit, but not for the reasons that the space bellend thinks he is). The idea that he'd buy Liverpool? I'd have to walk. It'd be a disgrace. 

Pray to every god you can imagine the moment doesn't come to pass.

Today was supposed to be a day of drinking. Out for J's brother Tommy's 60th. But Callum has flu and it looks like Tommy's going down with it too. So we're in, awaiting the snow and the amber weather warning, waiting to see if we get more than a sprinkling. 

Took mum's tree down, put the deccies away. Stored in the shed till next year, a couple of suitcases thrown up into the loft. An hour wasted on FIFA, an evening to think about then the United game tomorrow afternoon. Snowstorms permitting. 

Yesterday afternoon's work went well, I've planned out the football related incidents that will populate Dave and Debbie's lives in DD, plotted where Chloe enters proceedings, why she's here, what she'd been doing behind her parents backs - I'm making her the past we lost and the future that could arise. 

Had a chat with J about DD, following on from a conversation about the study of meditation and the idea of 'reprogramming with dream'; told her I'd been a little worried about this one, that I was creating something minor for commercial purposes, that maybe it wasn't something I'd be proud of, that I'd possibly be ashamed of it compared to the likes of GDPG; that it certainly wasn't that, that it probably wasn't TTW. But the revelation I'd had was, "Why shouldn't it be TTW?" Why should I worry about the idea of this being 'just a comedy'? TCS is 'just a comedy', except it isn't. TTW is comic but carries real weight. My job on this one is to make people care for Dave and Debbie and Chloe and Marc in the same way I made them care for Dave and Terri or Robbie and Karl and Elvis. (Need to not call any other characters 'Dave', I'm terrible at sourcing names, never sure they serve any function other than to be a name.) I'm here to make DD matter. Give you a laugh and make that laugh matter, make you go away feeling something. It's literally what the Court want me to do.

Monday I start plotting the new 8 pager. I want it done this week. Then back into MIH

On which, I've decided that I need to remove the new character I created - what's the point of the new character when I could use Beryl? The power of the presentation, the power that AE saw in it was Allan, Allan addressing us directly, stay with that.

Yes, that'll be VR, HTS, Billy Kenny, GDPG, Vicks Trips and MIH with the narrator addressing the audience direct. Sound, I'll avoid repeating the trick in future. But for now? Yeah, it'll work. 

(Stylistically I love that moment of talking to the audience from the scene, stepping in and out of realities, theatre is probably the only place where you can make that work - it's storytelling.)