I found to time to watch some “Seinfeld” on DVD this week – sublime, inspirational stuff. It was during another Seinfeld-fest last year that I was contacted by a BBC producer about a comedy-writing opportunity. I told him that I was in the right mood, having been enjoying the Season1-3 box-set. He reminded/warned me of Seinfeld’s low audiences figures in the days when it was broadcast on terrestrial TV. I refrained from replying “YES! BECAUSE THE BBC PUT IT ON AT THREE IN THE MORNING!” Pure self-sabotage. I went to a BBC event in 2004 where a writer told of the lengthy, circuitous, head-banging, triumphant process of finally getting a show produced – at which point it was utterly scuppered by unhelpful scheduling. More proof, were it needed, that success is, ultimately, failure.