Some autopilot sketch I knocked together while watching the telly.
I have managed to snag a press pass for the Edinburgh Film Festival, as I am reviewing a film for a pal’s website. I don’t know if I have the guts to actually approach ticket people and be all “hiya! Here is my press pass, can I get in free please?” and things. I am not cut out for the go-getting journalist life.
I am no Lois Lane.
I’m not even Eddie Brock.
