Occasionally, Hanan does some very odd things, and I don't mean just making us eat middle eastern okra or speaking fluent Japanese. A couple of days ago she got a lead to a Bollywood producer of mass market Indian movies, who swore he could make The Dreaming Spires for less than the special offer pack of I Can't Think Straight and The World Unseen. Off she went to meet him.

HK: 'He thinks we can shoot The Dreaming Spires in 15 days'
SS: 'He read the script?'
HK: 'No, but he said English films are half the length of Bollywood films, so...'
SS: 'Hanan, I can't shoot it in 2 weeks...'
HK: 'He said we would have to cut some of the songs and dancing to cut costs...'
SS: 'Songs? DANCING? Did you tell him it's not Bollywood?'
HK: 'I think you should consider it'
DIAL TONE AS SHAMIM HANGS UP

Postwar Oxford. Our English professor heroine Kate Graves is blinded from secret wartime heroism. And she has to sing 'I Can See Clearly Now' while cavorting by a fountain outside an Oxford college. Will you all excuse me? I have to go lie down.