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233. We need a five point one rating in metered markets, not a snowball’s chance in hell

“We need a five point one rating in metered markets, not a snowball’s chance in hell. Let alone an untested format from a hillbilly girl who I’d pay serious money for to see in a Girls Gone Wild video but who has fuck-all experience in the TV game,” the network president told her, adding “Seriously, who did you fuck to even get this far?”

She had poured her all into the presentation, which was – to her – the culmination of a meteoric rise in the television business. Three months ago she was still an Alabama yokel. Now she was in the same room as the fifth richest American on the West Coast. She was not going to let him kick her all the way back to Alabama in three all too easy put-downs.

“Who I fucked? You really wanna know? Billy Driscoll at KCRW, in the alley behind the station. His first time, he told me afterwards, not that I hadn’t already noticed. Then I crossed the state line to Tennessee. Robin Walcott: he was a kinky one. Dripping candles, handcuffs, whips, the lot. And before you know it, I’m in New York fucking City, where suddenly everything goes very fast indeed. In a week’s time I’d fucked my way from the Bronx all the way up to a Central Park West loft with silk sheets and an Ann Geddes wedding photo turned towards the wall. That was Stephen Vanderberk. You know, the veep sitting to your right as we speak.”

“Girl,” the network president, flummoxed, finally said, shaking his head, “you have much to learn about this business. Fucking a veep won’t get your show produced. Really.”

She realised that now, back at KCRW, working on another spec script.

Next time, nothing but the network president himself would do.

 

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89. Godspeed

Godspeed.”

To the sound of that word the mayor broke the bottle on the ship’s hull.

The captain let his imagination run loose.

“Suppose in the future we could travel at Godspeed? Suppose we’d be able to locate the Good Lord himself and use his power to travel not just to the New World but to the stars?”

“Enslave the Lord to harness his omnipotence?”

“If you will, lord mayor. Imagine how we’d further our knowledge of the world we inhabit. Imagine the giant leaps we would take. We could eradicate disease. Grow food for the poor. Make walk the crippled.”

“Rely on faith to advance science. Yours is a grand dream, captain.”

It was also heresy.

So they burnt the captain at the stake.

 

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78. How about Mykonos?

“How about Mykonos?”

He pretended to be interested in the place on the map his wife’s finger was pointing at but he wasn’t. Each year, at the end of their holiday they repeated the same ritual. His wife would get out a map of the Mediterranean and they’d settle on where they’d vacation the following year. And by settle he meant that his wife would choose and he’d go along with it.

Truth was, he didn’t much care for the Mediterranean. He instead longed for more adventurous summers. To circumnavigate the Earth. Cross the Americas by train and scoop fresh Himalayas snow from a hot air balloon. As his eyes wandered from the map he imagined diving to the bottom of the ocean with a megalomaniac Indian and exploring strange new worlds at the centre of the Earth.

Of course that would never happen. Not with two stepchildren in tow and a kid of his own on the way. Not with a flourishing law firm that at most allowed three weeks of vacation a year. It pained him that his world would never expand beyond the Paris arrondissement he resided in and his yearly Mediterranean sightseeing tour.

“I’ve finished your story,” his wife said, awakening him from his daydream. “It is quite good, you know. Silly, yes, but fun. You should find a publisher.”

Jules kissed her on the lips, beaming.

“So, whereto, my love?” his wife asked.

“To the future,” he replied. “To the future.”

 

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