So that’s how I started my day, today.
The suggested book titles for Bill to read have been collected and the result list is made. Now it is time to cast your vote on the book you want Bill Nighy to read next for Silksoundbooks!
I need as many votes as possible in order for the silksounding people to convince Bill to go and read the chosen book. Please pop by here and cast your vote, it will only take a moment.
The last day to vote is the 31th of August.
A big thank you to everybody who has send in book suggestions, the winner of the free new Bill Nighy silksounding book will be announced soon.
It started like this yesterday on the photography course:
Hello, my name is Ingrid, I have a Nikon D80 and I shoot in fully automatic mode. (because I am too stupid to understand how to use my camera properly)
In other words I have this great camera with an amazing range of possibilities but I am using it as a point and shoot camera. I am an Anonymous Automaticmode shooter, an AA. Luckily I wasn’t the only one, the whole class was filled with AA’s. People with all possible types of digital SLR camera’s and we were only using 5% of our camera’s capabilities.
Were. Because those days are over.
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. (more…)
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.
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 …
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 … »