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Weird day. This morning I was moving the bed in my hotel room and I discovered an emergency fire notice underneath it. It is printed on a huge block of wood for some reason, and it just says ‘In case of fire, assemble outside the main entrance.’ The hotel only has one entrance, so this notice is merely saying that if the hotel catches fire you should leave. That is not much use, although if a fire were actually to break out there I suppose I could try and club myself to death with the notice before I died of smoke inhalation.
Then I went out to a cafe for breakfast. I was sitting out on the road, and a guy walking past just stopped right next to my table, put his finger to his nostril, and projected a voluminous jet of snot on to the ground. It was amazing - he didn't think twice about it. Then he walked off again with about six inches of nasal mucus depending from his left index finger.
Today I have been recording some pieces to camera around town. For those of you not involved in the TV industry, a piece to camera is where you stand there like a lemon, talking to yourself in the street. Actually, recording them when you have a cameraman is kind of OK, I used to quite enjoy it. But when you're on your own it just seems somehow ridiculous to be talking to a camera. It was bad enough on the streets of Grimsby but in Marrakech it draws quite a crowd. Every time I had finished a link, a little round of applause would break out among all the gathered spectators. At first I was sort of pleased, until I realised they were clapping even when I got it wrong. In fact if anything they enjoyed it more when I got it wrong. At one point I started choking, and one man cheered. Tough crowd..
Then I went out to a cafe for breakfast. I was sitting out on the road, and a guy walking past just stopped right next to my table, put his finger to his nostril, and projected a voluminous jet of snot on to the ground. It was amazing - he didn't think twice about it. Then he walked off again with about six inches of nasal mucus depending from his left index finger.
Today I have been recording some pieces to camera around town. For those of you not involved in the TV industry, a piece to camera is where you stand there like a lemon, talking to yourself in the street. Actually, recording them when you have a cameraman is kind of OK, I used to quite enjoy it. But when you're on your own it just seems somehow ridiculous to be talking to a camera. It was bad enough on the streets of Grimsby but in Marrakech it draws quite a crowd. Every time I had finished a link, a little round of applause would break out among all the gathered spectators. At first I was sort of pleased, until I realised they were clapping even when I got it wrong. In fact if anything they enjoyed it more when I got it wrong. At one point I started choking, and one man cheered. Tough crowd..