he complained that it was so heavy that it gave him tennis elbow but he couldn't help it if he was an old fashioned bloke at heart .
i took the chair next to deb , " it 's the excitement ."
barry grinned at me over deb's head . as a boss , he was tough , but nice . the sort of person who refuses top allow the everyday exasperations of a production comapny get to him .
"she gives cracking dinner . she is a wife and mother . she looks good . for god sake , she reads ."
from this i deduced barry had gained something at our table . yet there was the tiniest suggestion of a bared fang buried in the praise . barry expected his employees to give their pound of flesh .
easy when you know how . barry . ask your wife ." i said . cucumber cool .
idea number one was taken from a book . vanishing rual crafts ." it would make a great series ." ( plus point : more money could be extracted from the television companies for a series than a one-off ) ." it would be a valuable social document with archive footage ." ( minus point : if it includes black and white film , it is likely to be ghettorized in a late - night slot ). i cited an example of a rush - basket business on the somerset levels . for generations the bruton family had passed on their expertise from son to son (nb no daughters ) . a bruton bassket lasted a lifetime , which might have been a self-limiting market but for the success of their increasingly popular willow coffins . the quote from john bruton was lovely ." my job is my life . the two are bound together .like this landscape and the water which makes the willows grow ." i had scribbled in the amrgin a potential title : from the cadle to the grave .
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