The Space in between

Tea in The Cafe
I wish I was there

The move from insanely busy without having a life to insanely quiet with having a life seems to big for me. I am not quite sure where I am at the moment, lost somewhere in the space in between. Result: short posts.

Am still working hard on finishing another draft of my feature script and enjoy the new Billy Mac(k) lots in that process.

And Sony has told us that they are going to show Persuaded on a 10 meter large screen. Which is kind of cool.

I need someone to give me a decent kick in the **** to get me started on producing my 10 minute Cookie film. Any volunteers? I am so chicken shit about it.

You know you’ve lost it when …

You’ve seen POTC 10 times in the cinema? (That’s 1680 minutes of Pirate pleasure …)
Post silly postcards of Bill Nighy?
Yeah, also then.

But.
You know you’ve lost it when it’s gone.

When you are standing at the counter in Sainsbury’s and you want to pay for your groceries. And you pick up your wallet and start looking for your debet card. First in the front, because you always put it there right? But it’s not there. You check the other compartments, but it is nowhere to be found.

I didn’t even panic. I just knew I’d lost it, and with my head full of things I didn’t even try to remember where because that would have been useless.

The last place I could remember I had used is was in the Marks & Spencer at Victoria station yesterday. I called them, it took them quite a while to check, but no, they didn’t have a card with my last name on it.

So yes I lost it completely.
But you knew that already, didn’t you?