Thursday, December 04, 2003

Neil Gaiman's brain farts are much more interesting than my brain farts.
    I woke when Dave Mckean phoned this morning.

    "Did you get my e-mail?" he asked. "I need the dialogue overhaul. Stephen Fry will be here in a couple of hours."

    "Hang on," I said, puzzled. "That's not happening until Thursday."

    "Right," said Dave. "Today. Thursday. Stephen Fry. Couple of hours from now."

My brain farts never involve celebrities.

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