No celebrity chefs were harmed in the production of this play.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\nI used several tracks to record the different sounds and voicesand some are mixed too loud and some too soft. I sorted out most of \u00a0the times I clipped words too shortbut there are probably still some there and there is rubbish left over at the very, very end of the recording after a two-minute silence. Other than that it’s fabulous.<\/p>\n
Now I have to try to edit it again.<\/p>\n
The PIN code was the funny thing. I made-up the least likely thing I could think of, the idea that when you’re stressed out of your head being attacked by terrorists and as the security services have all been privatised you’d have to remember not just a special phone number to dial but a PIN as well. A friend in the police read it through for accuracy and looked at me a bit oddly, even for someone in the police.<\/p>\n
“How did you know about the PIN number?’<\/p>\n
Apparently it’s not really secret secret, but it was odd that I knew about it. I didn’t guv. It’s a fit-up. It’s all porkies, like most of the stuff I write. And I’ve got to turn this into a screenplay now if that will be all, officer, because Cascade Studios said they want a look at it. Which is nice.<\/p>\n
Chickens seem to be in the news at the moment<\/a>. Or French porn movies anyway, which is arguably better.<\/p>\nListen to No Batteries Required here<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n