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Firstly, my little turn on television.
The programme I was filming for was called "Life On Mars" about some guy in a coma who goes back to the 1970's, or something. I never did quite understand it. So I was meant to be playing the part of one of four members of a "Dishevelled 1970's porn crew". For this, I got to wear some rather marvellous threads. Picture it, brown Chelsea boots (with zips up the side, oh yes), flared dark green polyester slacks and a navy blue button shirt that was very tight. Snazzy.
So after literally 8 hours of sitting around and doing nothing, we finally get called up. The director then said I had a speaking part. I had to walk up to the couple having sex on the bed and say "Ok, that was good. We'll do it again but this time from a different angle". Getting a speaking part means more money on top of the £110 I will be getting for essentially 20 minutes work. Can't say fairer than that.
I am also eligible for an equity card. I might put that to good use in University and try and get in on the drama society. Perhaps a new avenue to fame has been opened?
Paris next, and what a great time that was. There were only 2 guys out of 8 people too, strange. The initial point of the trip was to attend the Rock En Seine festival, and then we had two days to ourselves. The festival itself was great. I saw:
Queens Of The Stone Age (one of the best performances I've ever seen, and they even played "Regular John")
Foo Fighters
The Pixies
Robert Plant (who played "Whole Lotta Love" as his encore)
Babyshambles
Franz Ferdinand
The Departure
Goldfrapp
Arcade Fire
The two days afterwards were spent walking around the length of the city with Harry as all the girls just went shopping. I got to see all the sights. Went to the top of the Eiffel Tower, saw the Arc De Triomphe, Champs Elyssee and all the rest, Louvre etc. It's such a magnificent, puts this shithole (Liverpool) to shame, but then again, so does Baghdad.
I love how the French just don't care about anything. It's my kind of place. I now plan to live there at one stage in my life. Lovely weather, lovely women and lovely food. Perfect. A tad too expensive though.
Alas, I am off to Germany on thursday next which I am looking forward to so much. A nice 8 day getaway in which I take in Cologne, Munich and then Berlin. This will be drinking holiday this year, since France was too expensive and I need to carry on the tradition of Spain last year. Expect a full report of that next Saturday or something.
However, there is some bad news to dull my spate of good times. My grandfather has taken ill and is more than likely on his last legs. I went to see him last night and it was pretty distressing. He just looks...fucked. He's talking to you while staring into space, forgets what he's talking about and just nods off all the time. It's so sad to see a human lose their flame without much dignity or a fight, but there's nothing that can be done.
First he was admitted with a heart that was beating twice the speed it should be, then they reckon he's had a stroke and now they're carrying out brain scans.
It makes you ponder the fragility of existence and all that jazz and it makes you determined not to waste your life, because you don't know how much of it you will have.
The programme I was filming for was called "Life On Mars" about some guy in a coma who goes back to the 1970's, or something. I never did quite understand it. So I was meant to be playing the part of one of four members of a "Dishevelled 1970's porn crew". For this, I got to wear some rather marvellous threads. Picture it, brown Chelsea boots (with zips up the side, oh yes), flared dark green polyester slacks and a navy blue button shirt that was very tight. Snazzy.
So after literally 8 hours of sitting around and doing nothing, we finally get called up. The director then said I had a speaking part. I had to walk up to the couple having sex on the bed and say "Ok, that was good. We'll do it again but this time from a different angle". Getting a speaking part means more money on top of the £110 I will be getting for essentially 20 minutes work. Can't say fairer than that.
I am also eligible for an equity card. I might put that to good use in University and try and get in on the drama society. Perhaps a new avenue to fame has been opened?
Paris next, and what a great time that was. There were only 2 guys out of 8 people too, strange. The initial point of the trip was to attend the Rock En Seine festival, and then we had two days to ourselves. The festival itself was great. I saw:
Queens Of The Stone Age (one of the best performances I've ever seen, and they even played "Regular John")
Foo Fighters
The Pixies
Robert Plant (who played "Whole Lotta Love" as his encore)
Babyshambles
Franz Ferdinand
The Departure
Goldfrapp
Arcade Fire
The two days afterwards were spent walking around the length of the city with Harry as all the girls just went shopping. I got to see all the sights. Went to the top of the Eiffel Tower, saw the Arc De Triomphe, Champs Elyssee and all the rest, Louvre etc. It's such a magnificent, puts this shithole (Liverpool) to shame, but then again, so does Baghdad.
I love how the French just don't care about anything. It's my kind of place. I now plan to live there at one stage in my life. Lovely weather, lovely women and lovely food. Perfect. A tad too expensive though.
Alas, I am off to Germany on thursday next which I am looking forward to so much. A nice 8 day getaway in which I take in Cologne, Munich and then Berlin. This will be drinking holiday this year, since France was too expensive and I need to carry on the tradition of Spain last year. Expect a full report of that next Saturday or something.
However, there is some bad news to dull my spate of good times. My grandfather has taken ill and is more than likely on his last legs. I went to see him last night and it was pretty distressing. He just looks...fucked. He's talking to you while staring into space, forgets what he's talking about and just nods off all the time. It's so sad to see a human lose their flame without much dignity or a fight, but there's nothing that can be done.
First he was admitted with a heart that was beating twice the speed it should be, then they reckon he's had a stroke and now they're carrying out brain scans.
It makes you ponder the fragility of existence and all that jazz and it makes you determined not to waste your life, because you don't know how much of it you will have.