news to choose from.
A group was assigned to begin calling affiliates to feel them out on the idea. Ian also gave a call to Marcus Hunter, the manager of his old station in Bristol. Hunter agreed to move “Have I None” to 4 PM, admitted what Ian already knew, they hadn’t had decent ratings in that time slot since TV Land had snapped up the syndication rights to “Petticoat Junction” and “Green Acres”.
“America Alive” needed some chemistry adjustment. The anchors were solid enough, but the format was dry and reminded Ian of late night radio shows on college PBS stations. Someone suggested adding a third dynamic in the form of a roaming anchor, one who would actually broadcast from other locations. Four members volunteered to do some cost research and take a look at new formats that seemed to be working for the news/talk format in larger markets.
The biggest problem was “Sebastian Manor”. It was abysmal. While Reilly made quirky, surprising choices in his plotlines, often pushing taboos, his payoffs were lackluster, even insulting. And when he pushed the envelope, the envelope seemed to either be pushed just for the sake of doing it or made out of tissue paper.
A debate raged as to whether or not “Manor” could be saved and something else take its place. Which led to a bigger question, could something be developed, written, cast and short in time to start for a fall push in September? The third problem being is that the idiot who let Reilly create his own show, also gave him ownership, and he was notorious for telling the network brass to take there ideas and, well, you get the picture.
Time was running out and major decisions had to be made and put into action. Ian was determined that the best idea was to relaunch a “reformed” daytime slate with the fall prime time line up. It would save money, and quite possibly, if exciting enough, may even get a people to look for the three programs, and try out daytime for the first time in years.
Toward the end of the meeting, Ian got a bright idea, the kill two birds with one stone kind. He invited the entire staff to bring, spouses significant others, dates, children and whatevers to his home on Saturday for a casual workday by the pool. He would supply the food, but if anyone wanted to bring a covered dish or a bottle of something they were more than welcome.
They needed to make some major decisions, and in a relaxed atmosphere. Ian hoped one with swim suits, food and a little booze, maybe even more creativity would spark and some balls could start rolling; the creative kind, not the kind he and Billy rolled the night before all night long.
And speaking of Billy, this would give him the opportunity to meet some people. Billy had always been more of a social butterfly than he, and he knew that in order to make his trip memorable, outside of his rectum, there needed to be as many people involved as possible. He had called Tippy, and she was in charge of Billy that workday. He made her promise to keep her feeldoe to herself and warned Billy that if he were up to it, the day may include a supreme make over, but whatever he wanted was on Ian’s tab.