STOP PRESS!! I'VE MADE IT!!!!

Here I was, a few days ago, pondering my next move when, out of the blue, I received an email which changed all that and took me by the hand and lead me to HOLLYWOOD.

A big studio has optioned my Owl-based sitcom.

"What Owl-based sitcom?" I hear the people that have a mild interest in my writing exclaim (Hi, Dad)

Only my magnum opus, Mother Hubbards (changed for my Nan)

For years, I have wanted to make an all-American sitcom with a snarky, pellet-omitting owl called 'Yip-Yip' and now, the dream is reality. I stand, contract in hand, a proud and excited, mostly naked man who is on the cusp of the celebrity elite.

I signed the contract with 'CHRIS' - I even did one of those bubbles over the i like most kids used to do in the 90's. They know I'm for real.

So, YIP YIP, a smart arse/ass owl not unlike ALF lands on the perch of a family in flux and turns their middle class, mostly white (my hands were tied on the race) with his pop culture references and general razzle dazzle. It's due to film in America, America Land and features a top notch cast. A live studio audience will be in attendance and held under duress/gun point with their laughs collected along with their tears.

I'm hoping 'YIPYIP' or whatever the boardroom of non-creatives decides to call it, will run well beyond its welcome as most US sitcoms tend to either get cancelled before they gain ground, or long after they stop caring. Hey, YY could be this generations 'Community' at the very least.

So, life is looking up, I'm off to Hollywood. FINALLY. No more spreadsheets for this guy. Soon, I'll be snorting cocaine off a swan and bollocking a crew member for not giving me the wry smile I demand.