Please allow me to entertain myself.

It’s not that British TV doesn’t have its success stories. But I’m not one of them.

As my long suffering and totally supportive wife often reminds me, I’ve made very little money in my twenty plus years at the coalface of telly.

But I have acquired a different kind of gold. A great hoard of adventures that I really want to write down and share.

Because sometimes how something is made is a hell of a lot more interesting than the end result. And I really should know.

I’ve started with four individual stories at near opposite ends of my freelance career. Each story will be serialised across a month for free, or available in full for a small remuneration.

The fun starts on Tuesday October 1st. Come with me.

Fabulous. We’re going to the Middle East, to Nevada, New England and Pinewood Studios, baby. I’m going to mingle with the stars as I deputise for a famous actor. I’m going to become a cosplay astronaut and help make a gigantic rocket. I’m going to be humiliated in front of hundreds of US cops, have a machine gun pointed at my head, and be accused of glamourising terrorism.

All in the name of television.

On the way, sooner than you think, you’ll also find out my origin story.

Big Love

DrunkatDesk / Will Aspinall