mouldy hand dryer button. making do with wet hands

the zoo. an excellent place to study the habits of humans 

back in the studio after nearly finishing the edit. to make weird and wonderful noises for the film aswell as going through all the beats i made out and about and on tour. hard to know where to begin. but you begin the way any taxing job must, with a cup of tea 

running with the rain. just giving up to it and letting it happen. not thinking about how you’re going to get dry. it’s a cliche but cliches are cliches for a reason

london bridge train station and the worlds biggest train station sign post

my first time directing something in a proper way. much of it felt the same as what we’ve been doing for a few years. mainly judging how hard or soft the light should be and trying to edit the scenes in my head. there was a lot i had no idea about though. all of the established protocol with the assistant director and the names of things were just jargon to me. i felt like a foreign tourist. i knew how different shutter angles affected the look of motion at given frame rates but i didn’t know what a grip did for a living because i’d only ever seen his job title in film credits. this blog is really boring because it doesn’t involve real stuff happening. i think it’s really important to never forget that for all the jargon and protocol, it’s got to feel like it’s about real stuff happening

ross noble shooting his thing while we shot ours

whenever i’m in south london my focus is always on how i will make it back to london bridge train station. not in a bad way but i don’t know my way around there and all the little streets seem to curve and confuse. which is why today i just discovered an amazing new use for the biggest building in europe. as a guiding marker to london bridge train station. i have been on a frantic dash to get last minute bits for my short film. we begin shooting tomorrow

i investigated glasgow town centre before the day got started. needed to walk off a saucy tikka massala that was still swimming round and fancied taking my notepad for a coffee. my writing was large which was a sign i was writing something i liked. this tour is ritualistic. the caring for and changing of clothes, tracksuit to black suit, the sit down at the email trail and the 6 o’clock wine. we have since disembarked for leeds in rain and tracksuits. it’s nearly the end of the beginning

“i don’t know why it is we are in such a hurry to get up when we fall down. you might think we would lie there and rest for a while”

i woke up in a service station somewhere. with last nights gig all over my face like the makeup on a girl who doesn’t remember falling asleep. the previous 24 hours were tightly wound with questions like varying thicknesses of rubber bands in a ball. we did the recce for my short film. but if i was to name it i wouldn’t call it a recce. in my opinion a recce is a bit of a wander about and a nice motorway meal. this was a sustained attack on the script from many angles, in many places, with many people and for a long time. it was almost impossible to repel at moments. presented with genuine kindness and team cheer but from guru’s and genius’ of their games. maven’s of light, camera and action. i didn’t think it was possible to know the story more but now I AM the story. then we were on stage. the first singing along of new songs gets you choked up. bit of a party aswell. then to wake in a place of such peace with only speeding cars in their natural habitat. no time incongruencies. no character motivation. no holes in the set design. just a bit of a wander and a motorway meal