Every now and then we here at Haphazard have to head down South to the central hubbub of the British Film Industry (known as London to some) for a barrage of very tightly packed meetings.  It usually involves an overnight dinosaur trip down on particularly uncomfortable public transport, where you have to selfishly pretend to be asleep as soon as you sit down so that you can get a double seat and spread out once the journey begins, followed by … →