Monday, January 14, 2008

Flies on meat (ii)

It gets worse.
Earlier today, around 10:30am, I got a call from an old-time publicist.
The phone call goes something like this:
Me: Hallo
OTP: Heeeeyyyyyyy, finished your book yet?
Me: No
OTP: I just sold one - I'm going to be a best-selling writer!
Me: Oh. Well done.
OTP: So, Roger Avary - is he a good guy? Should I rep him?
Me: Um, yes, he's a good guy. Why, did he call you?
OTP: Nah. Thought I'd call him.

Vultures, I'm telling you.

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