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shite slide show

I could pretend that last night went well and that I made a good job of describing the film, my experience and passions. But it didn’t. Or I didn’t. I had cobbled together a slide show from my last couple of films so folk could have something to see and because I didn’t want to talk for ten nimbuses. But it just went on and on and for some fucking reason (mainly because it was exactly the right length) I stuck Hushabye flipping Mountain under the Our Ordered Lives slides which made it look like a bad episode of Home and Away.

I met a some great lasses who want to work on WE SHADOWS. And the angel lady – that’s how I remember “Gabriella”- told me about her great SS feature idea (Shakespeare’s Sister not The Gestapo). And beautiful Alice who looks like she has just stepped out of a water nymph painting but smokes roll ups and swears (good combo) illuminated me as to the importance of the crowdfunder video. And now I’m really afraid. I need to get Toby in a room with a camera but he’s so busy  I can’t even get him on the phone just now. Pippa is filming in Sheffield. Perhaps I’ll just post this photo of her instead, with a bit of Ken Burns effect … and then just get Bernadette Russell to do an impersonation of Toby. I can only do Steve McQueen so that’s no good.

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I also tripped and fell outside the venue on the way in and – as my mate’s mam says – “I fell me length”. In retrospect I can see how this may have been the Film God doing a bit of foreshadowing as they say in story land. I shall try and pay a bit more attention to small things that occur and read meaning into trivia. Because that’s absolutely not the first sign of madness.

Lent Count: I didn’t have any fags. I didn’t have any biscuits. It is NOT making me a better person.

 

 

 

Nowt Much

So El Thicko here is now on the second day of trying to publish some old scribbly shite. Keep pressing publish button but no. Nothing. So instead of asking someone, I thought I’d just write something else… imagining that the sheer weight of words from this post might push the former post up onto the public stage. I realise this is not exactly scientific. I am going running now to try and assuage my anxiety. Which is rising. Quite fast.

Christ Almighty

it’s hard enough when you’re a bit thick , but add to that a touch of acute anxiety and a lashing of not waving OR drowning as it happensgeneral hopelessness and the first questions on wordpress have really given me a bit of a turn for the worse. Choose a palette. Upload a background picture. Understand more about everything. It is with an apocalyptic sense of foreboding that I write this first blog, overwhlemed as I now am with the fear that I have gone with the wrong site, chosen colours which reflect the personality of a damp rag and just lost 99 dollars (yeah, not even pounds – although they do need every penny they can get just now, the fiscal cliff dodging bastards).