I don’t see a future where British drama retains its unique identity and survives as a thriving industry without unanimously finding a way to make more, better, for less. Rather than less, by fewer, for more.

I once asked a wee old man if he wanted a table for two. He seemed surprised so I said "Oh sorry, I thought that was your wife standing behind you." To which he responded: " I fucking hope not. She's been dead for eight years"

Brilliant, thanks. Can you add me too, please?

Into The Woods by John Yorke is essential, isn't it?

Thanks. Already a palate cleanse!

That would be ironic