42 (forty-two) is a number fraught with significance. It was famously Douglas Adams’ Answer to the Question of Life, The Universe and Everything. Multiply it by ten and you get the time stoners commence their chiefing of the kind bud. It was also the age at which Prince Albert died, presumably from the shock of discovering they’d named a cock ring after him. Most pertinently to us, 42 is the percent funded that #Sonnets now finds itself.
As such, I’d like to take the opportunity to thank each and every one of you for your kindness in supporting this extremely daft endeavour. Some of you are dear friends and some of you I haven’t yet had the pleasure of meeting. In both cases, it means a ridiculous amount that you’ve gotten involved, and I look forward to fondly scanning your assembled names in the back of a bouncing, baby book.
So yes, a thousand benedictions for driving #Sonnets to this point. Please feel free to tweet and Facebook about the project, or persuade your friends to pledge by using the arcane science of mesmerism. Rest assured there will be a special treat come the big 5-0. In the meantime, for those of you who haven’t seen it, here’s a Frasier spec script I wrote aged eleven. As this should make clear, #Sonnets isn’t my first mad, hubristic project…
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