I spend a lot of time talking to myself. Sometimes it’s the only way to write a genuine sounding conversation. When I’m walking home from the day job after a late finish at half past ten in the night, the empty-ish streets are a nice place to try out dialogue. If people think I’m a bit mad, so be it.
I will admit that on paper, this particular idea doesn’t look very conversational, but it’s supposed to be two politicians who can’t stand each other. I’ve been watching a lot of footage from parliament on YouTube recently, fascinated and annoyed by how much of their dialogue boils down to quips and jibes, when it really should be about facts and figures.
Excellent material, though.