So Much Blood

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‘Who wants him?’

‘Maurice, for God’s sake. I know it’s you. Why you always have to go through this rigmarole of pretending you’ve got a staff of thousands, I don’t know. It’s me-Charles.’

‘Ah, hello. Pity about the telly series.’

‘Yes, it would have been nice.’

‘And good money, Charles.’

‘Yes. Still, in theory it’s only been postponed. Till this P.A. s’ strike is over.’

‘When will that be, though?’

‘Don’t know.’

‘What is a P.A. anyway? I can never understand all that B.B.C. hierarchy. Do you know what a P.A. is?’

‘Vaguely.’ Charles Paris had a feeling that a P.A. was either a Production Assistant or a Producer’s Assistant, but his knowledge of the breed was limited to an erotic night in Fulham with a girl called Angela after recording an episode of Dr Who. And they had not discussed the anomalies of the P.A. s’ conditions of service that led to the strike which in August 1974 was crippling B.B.C. Television’s Drama and Light Entertainment Departments. ‘Anything else on the horizon, Maurice?’

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