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Tr
Still with us, Jim?

R
My car's downstairs.

Tr
The Aussies must be missing you.
I'm sure your series will go well.
Just stick to those dramatic rules
Which keep us a-dinging that ratings bell.
A territory - a street, a town,
A barrel appled full of cops,
A beach spaced-out to flash the flesh,
A square with pubs and flats and shops,
The unities of hospitals
Whose medics, crazies, life-like limp-ons
Confront while they sedate our pain,
Or psychic sleuths who make us think on
Secret paranormal files -
Might X be true? Well, see next week's
Episode. So: build strong plots,
Clear characters - the soapstar speaks
In tongues to comfort all afflictions
With words your fans identify
And live through, hope and fear, sound base
Whose squaddies tramp and bang and fly
And love and hate, hey, Jim?

R
Yes, John.
I see my task as partnership
With our true fans: I let them feel
That they direct each novel trip
The story takes. More - they restrain
Wild fantasies, accept our mock-
Demotic argot, which we keep free
Of that inventiveness we've docked
From common speech. But gotta go.
It's been fun, John. Do take good care.

Tr
And you, young man.