Yesterday was fun, in a ‘sitting around all day bored out of my mind’ sort of way.
Actually, before I get into all that; yesterday I had seventeen referrals from this page of the New York Times, and I’ve no idea why. I’ll post a lollipop to anyone who can come up with a satisfactory explanation.
The thirty second piece of film I was needed for was scheduled for 11.30. I was due there for 11.00 and was amazed to discover I’d not only turned up on time, but was actually early.
For anyone who knows me, this is unheard of.
So I’m there, I’m ready. Mandy’s with me because it’s only going to take an hour or so and then we’re going to go and see my brother, Martin.
Ah, slight problem. The set hasn’t been built yet and they’re going to do some of the other scenes first. Do we mind hanging around?
No, no problem. Martin is teaching at the Almeida until 16.30 anyway, so we were just going to be killing time.
Seven hours, and countless cups of tea later, we’re still there.
Don’t get me wrong, the pieces are very funny (I thank you) and the two actors who brought them to life, Alex Woodhall and Greg Donaldson, performed them brilliantly; but watching the same minute-long pieces filmed over and over again from a variety of angles is pretty dull.
This made me laugh though:
It’s a David Beckham Memory Enhancing Hat, obviously.
At 18.30, when we got round to my part, I finally realised what I’d let myself in for. When I wrote the script, it seemed quite funny to have two grannies fighting in the background. It never occurred to me it would lead to this:
Which in turn led to this:
Which eventually led to this:
I’m in quite a lot of pain today. Still, it was funny so it’s worth it, right?
We never did get to see my brother.