WE’VE HAD EXPRESSIONS of interest in the TV rights to two of our older titles – Martin Slevin’s funny, moving lament for his Alzheimer’s-suffering mother The Little Girl in the Radiator, and Winston Smith’s bleak and dystopian exploration of the UK’s supported housing system, Generation F.
We’ve sold enough TV rights now not to get too excited, but it’s always nice to get approached.
Nothing has yet come of any of our sales of rights, but that may well have been down to our idiocy.
The closest we’ve come to date to seeing one of our books on the silver screen was when we sold the rights to Diary of an On Call Girl to a company whose name I forget, having turned down approaches from Hat Trick and Talkback in favour of a larger upfront fee. They pitched it to the BBC and it got to the last two, but lost out to Rev. I never liked Rev. I think now that one of the comedy specialists might have got it made. We’ll never know.
In the very early days, we rejected an offer from Al ‘Pub Landlord’ Murray for the rights to Wasting Police Time. We thought (wrongly) that the offer he was making was taking the mickey. What can I say? We didn’t know what we were doing.
We also got a lot of calls from some bloke who wanted to buy the rights to one of our books – desperate, he was. Kept saying he was calling on behalf of Alison Owen. We didn’t know who Alison Owen was and kept forgetting to call back, and in the end he gave up.
Turns out Alison Owen is a film producer who mostly makes Hollywood blockbusters.