Seven years ago yesterday...
...shaddowshoes and I were late to our own wedding - due in part to a box of tiny, live fish that had arrived in the post.
So, how did we mark the occasion? We acted as extras in typsygypsy's neighbour's film. It's called 'Recipe for Disaster', and I've yet to work out the plot. The first scene we were in was in a cinema (well, it was actually a theatre - but the scene was set in a cinema). We were given a grey circle suspended on a pole as a focal point, and we were told that we were having a look at the worst film we'd ever seen. So we were wrinkle our pert ickle noses, check our watches, wiggle, and mutter to the people sitting near to us.
Hilarity ensued.
Well, not exactly, but we did amuse ourselves by taking the piss out of the grey circle (it left the stage in tears) and offering our opinions of our cast mates to one another. I decided that if the curly-headed girl offered me one more disdained look, I was going to drag her round the back and swop her nose for her left ear.
In all likelihood, she offers everybody that hurt little sneer, and I should give her a taste of my compassion rather than my Unholy Wrath(tm).
At any rate...what else? Oh yes, so in the next scene, we were to burst out of the cinema gabbling furiously on our mobiles. So, the queued us up on the theatre steps (which were rather steep) and when the person serving as director (the actual director was in the scene) called for action, we trooped up the steps and sort of smashed thro' the door. Well, not to say that we broke the door down, but we did open it with some force. Well, the first time we shot the scene, my sister phoned at the precise moment I was to have been 'talking' on my mobile.
Hurrah for bizarre synchronicities, eh?
We shot that scene a few more times, and then we shot a few scenes in the lobby. typsygypsy and I were asked to walk behind the woman who was the principal in the scene. We were told that we 'walked beautifully'. So, have my agent phone your agent, and they'll do lunch. Sure, why not?
After thar, we excused ourselves - typsygypsy gave us a card and went her way homewards, and shaddowshoes and I set off for the restaurant that she had recommended...only to find it had shut early. Quoi? shaddowshoes had even phoned ahead to check they'd still be open after we'd done with the shoot (bang). Best laid plans, eh?
We found a Mexican place instead. We talked; drank margaritas (likeyado); tried to befriend a frisky, black, stray kitten; noshed; and I almost choked to death on too much honey. Alright, you can laugh - but it was an alarming experience and could have proven quite serious if I hadn't managed to get my trachaea unstuck. She drownt in honey. Na, I don't want that on my epitaph, thank you very much. It was at that point that I decided I'd done with the sopapillas. shaddowshoes ate a few more of them, and then we fed the rest of them to the cat. The cat, I suspect, was hoping for chicken.
So...here's to seven years, eh?
So, how did we mark the occasion? We acted as extras in typsygypsy's neighbour's film. It's called 'Recipe for Disaster', and I've yet to work out the plot. The first scene we were in was in a cinema (well, it was actually a theatre - but the scene was set in a cinema). We were given a grey circle suspended on a pole as a focal point, and we were told that we were having a look at the worst film we'd ever seen. So we were wrinkle our pert ickle noses, check our watches, wiggle, and mutter to the people sitting near to us.
Hilarity ensued.
Well, not exactly, but we did amuse ourselves by taking the piss out of the grey circle (it left the stage in tears) and offering our opinions of our cast mates to one another. I decided that if the curly-headed girl offered me one more disdained look, I was going to drag her round the back and swop her nose for her left ear.
In all likelihood, she offers everybody that hurt little sneer, and I should give her a taste of my compassion rather than my Unholy Wrath(tm).
At any rate...what else? Oh yes, so in the next scene, we were to burst out of the cinema gabbling furiously on our mobiles. So, the queued us up on the theatre steps (which were rather steep) and when the person serving as director (the actual director was in the scene) called for action, we trooped up the steps and sort of smashed thro' the door. Well, not to say that we broke the door down, but we did open it with some force. Well, the first time we shot the scene, my sister phoned at the precise moment I was to have been 'talking' on my mobile.
Hurrah for bizarre synchronicities, eh?
We shot that scene a few more times, and then we shot a few scenes in the lobby. typsygypsy and I were asked to walk behind the woman who was the principal in the scene. We were told that we 'walked beautifully'. So, have my agent phone your agent, and they'll do lunch. Sure, why not?
After thar, we excused ourselves - typsygypsy gave us a card and went her way homewards, and shaddowshoes and I set off for the restaurant that she had recommended...only to find it had shut early. Quoi? shaddowshoes had even phoned ahead to check they'd still be open after we'd done with the shoot (bang). Best laid plans, eh?
We found a Mexican place instead. We talked; drank margaritas (likeyado); tried to befriend a frisky, black, stray kitten; noshed; and I almost choked to death on too much honey. Alright, you can laugh - but it was an alarming experience and could have proven quite serious if I hadn't managed to get my trachaea unstuck. She drownt in honey. Na, I don't want that on my epitaph, thank you very much. It was at that point that I decided I'd done with the sopapillas. shaddowshoes ate a few more of them, and then we fed the rest of them to the cat. The cat, I suspect, was hoping for chicken.
So...here's to seven years, eh?