So I spent the whole of yesterday writing to casting directors (whilst pretending to input data) and felt very honoured to get two kind, encouraging responses before the day was through. Only to then be informed that one had moved up North and the other had now retired. Why are they only considerate when they’re either a) useless to me or b) dead (professionally speaking)?

And now for the inevitable white noise that follows the helpless, hopeful open hand, just like little Oliver with his empty bowl and hungry appetite.