Death to Hipsters

For the second time, someone had taken our usual seat at the table in the corner by the window.  A young man nursing a pint and fiddling with his phone.  He looked like a hipster.  I briefly considered killing him and dumping his body in the river.

Dr Who (William Hartnell) reads the welcolming sign for London's East End

We talked about astonishing acts of valour in WW2, epic doomed love affairs from the 1990s, Whistler's Mother, how to cook a perfectly edible lasagne in a slow cooker, and decapitation.  At least one of those things made its way into the script.

We are now into the second part of the Thing We're Doing, and it was really good fun setting up characters, repeated gags and situations.  At one point Naomi weirdly started acting out a complicated stage direction but it looked to me like she'd dropped something on the floor and was trying to cover up for it.  Then I dropped my notebook on the floor but Naomi had gone to the bar so she didn't see it.  I think the hipster who had stolen our seat saw me drop my notebook, which gave me another reason to kill him. 

We made good progress and laughed a lot and nobody died. You couldn't ask for much more from a writing session.