I have been very busy and not around a laptop for days. That’s my excuse. On the other hand, who wouldn’t want to look at the Bill Poster for the rest of the year.
I mentioned this before, the cashiers in both Sainsbury’s and M&S, actually, probably in all UK supermarkets, are a joy. And they often make me leave their supermarket with a big grin on my face.
Today the nice boy in the Sainsbury’s (in Victoria St, if you want to look him up) asked me how my day had been. Busy, I said and how was his day? Not too busy yet, but at least I was on my way home, and he needed to stay there until 10.30pm.
I could see that I was the lucky one. And how busy had my day really been? Measured in how tired I was – very busy. Measured in the actual things I had done – quiet. I attended a meeting and from about 2 pm we sat down outside in the sun at a pub and had a drink. Having a drink with clients is very exhausting for me. I am not a drinker, which might be part of the problem.
Here is one for you: Who are they and where are they going? (click on thumbnail for larger version)
[Short script is done, but Davy wants me to write a couple of pages on the 90 page feature script too, so I have to get back. Expect a film poster for the short to popup here soon though.]
And while we’re at it: Last chance for your Bill Nighy book suggestions. Please send them in!
I have this uncontrollable urge to patch a dog when I see one. I saw one this morning, it was my neighbour’s dog. I had never met him nor his dog before, but his dog was too cute not to patch. He was an older man, grey hair, a kind of older version of B., he even had the same glasses. Rather funky for a man his age. Continue reading
Definitely, undeniably. And we all know who the one true master of voice is, but being in the sound studio yesterday confirmed one more time that hearing a good voice does make my ears jump. I also found out that it doesn’t really matter what a voice is saying, nor if it is a man or a woman. It has to be British though …
I was out on another film shoot today in Purley. The weather was wonderful, blue sky, white clouds, lots of trains, orange vests, white helmets and good company. And no I am not tired of them yet. It was a short shoot, nothing special, but it was a first shoot on my own. Of course there was a camera man, but I had to do my very best to make sure we shot everything we needed, to instruct the friendly people what to do when on camera, to shout “action” now and then, and generally to not mess things up.
Or – a day in the life of Jonathan Livingstone Seagull.
Nearly exactly one year after It’s not too late (which has been seen a shocking 14786 times!), comes installment number two. And it’s even worse.
(Warning : strong language)
I think this is one of my favourite photographs, and I have the feeling it will be for quite a while too.
Taken today on Trafalgar Square.
More reliable …
There were four of them, all in their Metropolitan Police uniform, all standing in a rather quiet and dodgy area of Notting Hill. 3 women and one man and they all stared at their car. More particularly they stared helplessly at the motor of their silver coloured police car, wondering why it did not want to start.
I didn’t dare to stop and take a picture while I passed them. But I had to grab my notebook when I passed the back of the car.
Honda – the power of dreams …
I have been a month in my new job today.
I still have to a lot to learn but they haven’t fired me yet so I guess things are OK. Forrr now-uh.
They are coming to get me.
What’s in here: books, Oxfam, writing, reading, and being late for dinner.
Yesterday I saw Harold Pinter‘s Betrayal in the Donmar. And even though I am getting more and more depressed about the fact that people in the books I read and the people in the plays I watch don’t seem to be able to not betray their partners (what’s going on in the world!) – I quite liked the play. The play was structured backwards, which meant that you more or less saw the last scene first and the first scene last. I liked the fact that it was a modern story to which I could relate, and the actors did well on the nearly naked stage.
The Donmar theatre, close to Covent Garden, is one of my favourite theatres in London. It is not fantasically huge, but they run an interesting program, and you get to sit very close to the stage, so you have a good view on what’s going on.
Roger Michell directed it, and if you read his personal quotes you know why you should like him. I know I do.
Was 12 times enough? Well, forrr now-uh.
First I saw Davy Jones on stage in New York. He was awesome. He was great. And cool. And nice. And handsome. And voicilicious.
Then I saw Lord Beckett in the National Theatre in London. He was fantastic too.
16 days from now I will see Captain Will Turner in the Duke of York theatre in London. Which is good, there is a pirate living here who wants his ship back, so we need to have a talk with him.
What have those three men in common?
I’m afraid they are in a film together I have seen too much of recently … »
Manchester is a great place to be. If you love rain. Which of course I’ve always said I did. It does get a bit annoying though when you have to stand out in the rain for a couple of hours.
Just to let you know how exiting it is to be involved in a film shoot: you have to stand up at 6am. You have to be ready at 6.45am. And then it just pours down so much that it is to no use whatsoever to do any filming. So you eat a breakfast in the hotel and wait till it clears up a bit. It did after an hour or so, so we went off. And ended up standing in the wind and the rain for hours anyway …
I will step on the train to Manchester in a bit. I won’t be able to update here until late tomorrow. But will be updating Jaiku with (mobile phone) pictures and short notes while experiencing my first film shoot.
Today it is exactly 2 years ago I saw it. It might sound silly to you to actually remember that date but it will always be an important date to me. The film set me thinking and lots has happened after that.
When I read last years post on this exact day I was amused. I had just run into Bill Nighy on Leicester Square around that time, Pirates II was out in the cinemas (I was still sane then and only saw it twice!), I was waiting for my film course to start at the London Film Academy and I had a somewhat vague plan of doing a screen writing class.
The end of the New Piccadilly Cafe seem to be nigh now. Nigh means 22nd or 23rd of September 2007.
All I can say is: go visit it if you haven’t done so.
I can’t imagine any other place in London where I would go when having a writers block, feeling depressed, wanting to read or just to drink a coke with a pink straw. News like this makes me hate London.
A spot of bother
After a long talk with Davy (yes he is still my editor) I decided to remove yesterday’s post. People were starting to read things in it that weren’t there when I wrote it, which must mean that it was badly written.
I removed it because the post was on it’s way to being misinterpreted and it was turning into a very delicate matter. Nothing wrong with delicate matters, but if I write about them I want to make sure that things are clear.
I apologize to those who took the time to comment on it.