Musings of a No-Maj

One girl, who I instantly recognised to be Professor Sybill Trelawney — thanks to her curly hair, the stars in her eyes, and the huge orb she was slugging around — walked up to me, eyes wide with theatricality, and told me she saw a job change in my near future.

Anti-social media

He usually begins by asking if you, the writer, are a fan of a rival actor. There’s only one safe response you can provide: Run. Run for your life.

Personal preference

This isn’t to suggest that good films cannot be made out of personal moments. But surely, when the subject material is as fiercely personal, the artiste is drawn to instinctively resist changes, let alone be able to accept criticism.