It is the first time I have attended MIDEM for two years. Heavens be praised that I am to be spared the dubious company and strange sexual practices of Lord Crappenleigh.
I begin this diary again as yesterday was a critical day for all things Vicarious.
Firstly, Punk has torn up Samantha Tiffany's suggested amendments to his first book – and is sticking to his view that there will be "no rewriting". Whether this is crass laziness or the invention of "rock n roll literature" remains to be seen. But we should all be pleased that the timid compromises of the last three months are behind us.
Secondly, I understand Donbledore had a triumphant day at a TV seminar in London, hosted by Roger Borer, the Pony tailed beast of terror. In a room full of 50 lawyers, Donbledore was the only one able to solve a theoretical problem regarding a rights issue with a small production company, faced with a hypothetical buy out by Tom Cruise. Donbledore's gideon knot solution, as presented to the amassed worthies was simple : "This is bullshit. You kiss his arse, get some money, a name credit, and get to make your next production".
The Vicar has a power, and it touched that room.
