Ian Potter

@ianzpotter.bsky.social

Writes, talks, listens, reads. Not always in that order. Writer for BBC, Big Finish, Obverse Books, RiffTrax, Jim French's Imagination Theatre and money.

Watching a 2002 TV Burp now is a lot like being on holiday abroad and trying to make sense of one of those very long variety quiz shows in Spanish that the audience finds hilarious.

The whale in Pinocchio World War 3 Not existing Poison ivy The Universe existing at all The things that lived in the clock on Vision On A recurring dream of coloured blobs moving along a white line in a black void A Public Information Film where a doll's hair gets ripped out on an escalator.

Jonny Morris@jonnymorris.bsky.social · 6d ago

Things I was frightened of as a child: 1. The staircase in my grandparents' house that led nowhere. 2. Bagpuss, specifically the bird. 3. Mamma Mia by ABBA. 4. Henry Woolf. 5. Ruined cathedrals. 6. Sapphire & Steel. 7. The mirror on my wardrobe. 8. Bees. 9. The dark. 10. The smell of petrol.

This is not a drill, the deeply odd identical man boys who sing duets as "I" making you worry they don't clearly differentiate which of them is which when they pronounce their love to someone in song have now lost David Tennant. Less later as we learn it.

Bit odd when an Australian show does an Acknowledgement of Country caption before every episode of series 1 and then just doesn't on series 2. I'm going to assume it's something to do with the international distributors but dropping it comes over as weird.

At the theatre, on press night. Mark Lawson is here. I shall look forward to his review. If we cross paths at the urinals I shall remind him of our chats across the green baize table on Front Row and at the National Theatre. He's bound to remember.

Drivers: if you ever given a cheery honk of your horn in recognition or encouragement to someone you know running on the pavement beside a busy road, know that a) it's always indistinguishable from a threat or warning, b) it's often really alarming for runners when you're coming up from behind them,

29 years ago we were refitting a museum, decanting all the exhibits so the building could be redeveloped. It was quite an undertaking, long days, hard physical labour, painstaking care. In the middle of that first day someone had to find the never flown Union Flag so it could be raised to half mast.

Last night we watched Absurd Person Singular on the iPlayer. It's on your actual BBC FOUR tonight. I think Act 2 might be one of the best bits of anything ever. It's worth giving it a go, I reckon.

Am watching another Crown Court. A 26 year old Wendy Padbury is playing a 14 year old. A) tellies were smaller in the mid 70s, B) we accepted it was theatrical, C) we didn't put actual kids in courtroom dramas about alleged abduction then (and not just because telly was smaller and more theatrical).

Another iteration of a synopsis distilled from the long version of something I already have in my head. A necessary but painful process of evolution but this is the most involved back and forth I've ever had before doing any of the bit I always consider the "proper work". I've probably been spoilt.

We, and more particularly my spouse, have been popping in and helping a neighbour given a terminal diagnosis a few months back. Their family was a long way away but local friends rallied and gave comfort and support, rehomed their dog and dealt with the madness of emergency NHS phone lines. etc.

You will hear a lot about creating two incredibly potent songs on the same day, to even quibble it might have just have been in the same week is beneath us. I hope we'll hear even more about her philanthropy.