This is research by the way, for the sci-fi sitcom I am now
literally writing for a read-through in Mid-November. And working on the
floor of the London Dungeons has turned out to be a surprisingly
fertile writing location: you're physically active, you're uninhibitedly
improvising, and it's dark. Your mind is absolutely primed, it's
perfect, except there's just nothing to write with. Here I realised that
extra-terrestrial life's attitude towards sex would probably resemble
"green porno" a lot more than the icy butlers and headmistresses we're
normally shown. Ah, it's so good to see she's still making these.
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