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I slept in with kids again last night or more accurately stayed awake in with the kids last night and had the most tired day I can remember since becoming a parent (but exhaustion means I don’t really remember anything since becoming a parent, so it’s likely there have been worse days). Luckily my wife was feeling a bit (but not much) better rested and she drove us home as the rest of us snoozed in the back of the car.
We went for lunch and a supermarket shop and then finally got home in the late afternoon and I promptly fell asleep again. I woke up grouchy and grumpy and insisted on bathing the kids, but forgot to put my son on the potty first and was rewarded by him doing a big poo in the bath, so I then had to get both kids out of the bath, empty out and clean all the bath toys, scoop out poo with my hands, clean the bath and give both kids a shower on my own. It was a living Hell and there was every danger thats someone would slip up and break their head. But we got through it. And I accepted my punishment.
Tomorrow I shall attempt to get my script written, though my wife also has a big impending deadline so it’s difficult to work out who works, who parents and most importantly who sleeps. But I almost entirely laid off the booze tonight (one beer just to stop the shakes) and slept up in attic in the hope of getting 8 or more hours. Before we went to bed we ate sushi and watched the latest Black Mirror and then nearly didn’t go to bed as we attempted to view every possible option of what might have happened in the choose your own adventure. It’s a very impressive achievement and I have no idea how Charlie Brooker manages to get so many disparate and original ideas to fruition every year. There’s lots to process in this episode and I am not sure whether ultimately it’s as satisfying as some of the films, but that’s partly because I haven’t yet fully processed what it all means. And how many TV shows do you have to think that deeply about? And there’s so much good stuff in there regardless. My wife pointed out that this one is a bit like Sliding Doors and you can’t be more complimentary than that!
Not only is it a lot cleverer than Sliding Doors (but then the poo my son did in the bath is also cleverer than Sliding Doors) it probably also does the job of my as yet unmade sitcom Everything Happens (For No Reason) rather more succinctly too.
But I am glad to see that someone is not only getting these high-concept ideas out there, but also doing them justice. The more I process this episode, the more I like it. There’s lots of style, but it doesn’t swamp the content.
Fuck Charlie Brooker, the clever cunt. I will give up script writing. After I’ve written the script I now have to write.
