If you look really, really closely you’ll notice I’m not fucking in it.
Despite dragging my fever-ridden carcass all the way to the production office and talking to a wall for an hour and a half.
They have assured me my absence is nothing to do with being ginger or unaccountably shit. Personally I think they were just blown away by the ‘choices’ I made on the day. I figured the character of ‘Phillip Barron’ probably wears an eyepatch, speaks with a lisp and masturbates furiously.
Apparently that doesn’t fit in with the image of the film.
It’s this kind of narrow-minded lack of vision which has led the British film industry to the poor state it’s in today.
Ooh look! A shiny video!
(This one is the same as the one above … don’t watch both, that would just be silly.)