"All I need is the backing," says the man. "Then I've got a surefire hit."
Who the guy is I have no idea. We had struck up a conversation on the train, and when he found out that I write for what I have the cheekiness to call "a living," he told me he has a film script.
I say I am not that kind of a writer. I have a far closer connection to silverfish than the silver screen. But he doesn't hear me or see me. For the stars in his eyes have blinded him.