Oof..
I’m exhausted. Early start today, early start tomorrow. Back when I had a minimum word limit of 500 words, Brian reminded me that I could just write “blog” 500 times.
He’s right. And I’m so tired. I’m tempted to use that free pass. My eyes are half closed and it’s not even eleven. I think I’ve internalised the scene for tomorrow.. I’ll be up early. It’s good.
Glorious people. The director gave me licence this morning. I’m feeling very well understood. But I’m gonna bank my free pass. I’ve got work to do tomorrow and I’m knackered.
More anon. Too tired. Zzzz
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And so. I woke up a bit. That was all you were going to get.
I went to St Ives. Nobody I met on the way was a multiple bigamist. They were all lovely. We rested in the rugby club, and we shot in the Guildhall. “We don’t need to give you a mic because you’re dubbed,” said the first AD and for a moment I bristled because sending me that damned footage has been a massive boon. The amount of jobs that you do when you’re younger and you think you’ll do them for the footage… I’ve kissed a dog and never seen it… This job is wonderful, even though we will all get written away. I had multiple german friends video the dubbed version of me last time.
I’m comfy with whatever. I’m home tomorrow. All I have to do is remember, and rest. and frankly, the last who knows how long has been padding.. I’ve got to go sleep..x
AlBarclay 