2 JUNE 1986: I shove the script of Sammy and Rosie Get Laid through Stephen Frears’s letter box and run. He rings a few hours later: ‘This isn’t an innocent act!’ He refuses to read it, but he’s going to Seattle for the weekend to attend a film festival and promises to look at it on the plane.

I have many doubts about the script, but I can’t get any further with it at the moment. I can’t even bear to look at it.

12 JUNE: Frears rings. He likes the script but is not going to be around for a while, being busy with Prick up Your Ears. I wonder if this is a subtle way of saying he doesn’t want to direct the film.

With Your Tongue Down My Throat
An Escape from Kampala