Saturday night. Ryan and I had a long phone conversation which appears to be about many things film related, but is actually just our way of dealing with the tension. The mindless prattle turned to something interesting, however, when Ryan remembered that Monica contacted the successfully shortlisted applicants a day before the communicated date back in late September. If they hold to that, it’s quite possible that the candidate (or candidates if it’s us) would be contacted on Friday the 22nd of January.

I suggested to Ryan that if it is us, we buy cheap cask wine over the following weekend and get drunk as an homage to the nights we used to have when we shared a house years ago. We would toast each other and talk shit about becoming filmmakers. It turns out this is not possible, though, because that weekend is the one year anniversary of the passing of Ryan’s Dad, Bernie – so Ryan will be hours away spending time with his family up near the Murray River in his home town of Numurkah. The potential synchronicity of us getting the news that we have been greenlit on this anniversary strikes me immediately, and Ryan admits that it occurred to him, too. It’d be nice.