“… Yeah, I was over here for a script meeting … “

I heard it today as I was entering the Poco Loco cafe for lunch.

I kid you not.

A guy sitting smoking at a table outside, looking a bit like Shane McGowan – but not as sprightly – was talking to a bearded American-looking guy who sounded, when he spoke, like a bearded American-looking guy.

Yes. Writers.

Screenwriters.

In Ealing.

Screenwriters, hanging out at the cafe, talking about the script meeting they just had, smoking …

Ealing – it’s West Hollywood with rain.