Nearly finished folks. This is the last one. Unless there’s a sequel of course.
There were another two of three days in the grounds of the Big House. Perhaps it was ten. Days seemed to melt into one another. Even when we knew we wouldn’t be called for a couple of hours we weren’t allowed leave [...]
6am and the phone rang. Uurrggh, hua wha? I answered in my best Swahili. Can you be in Johnstown by 7? Eh, no. A little after maybe. Can you dress as a country type? Well I live in the country and I can type. Like in a tweed or wax jacket and flat cap. Wear [...]
Lunch time. A time to relax. A time to chill out. Not that we weren’t relaxed and chilled out already, but we could have a chat with the hot Russians from the previous shoot. But they didn’t show. Hold on a minute – none of the women are here. Okay, we could live with that. [...]
Leaving the greyhound stadium late the night before I got my instructions: Tomorrow morning, be at St. Bodecia’s Home for Bewildered Bloggers at 7. Bring two changes – one casual and one you’d wear going on the pull. I explained on-the-pull to me meant stopping a horse winning and if they meant clubbing attire, I [...]
Day 2 came and I was glued to my bed. Not literally. The lovely Jules hadn’t carried out her threat. I was just plain exhausted from 14 hours of doing bugger all the previous day. And I still had leg cramps from supporting Joe’s Greyhound Feeds. But I made it back to the stadium on [...]
There was to be an open casting. So exciting. Would they give me lines to say? What would I wear? I thought about it for a split second and the answers came to me: no and clothes. Movie extras are like those extra lines of code Microsoft Word adds in when a Word doc is [...]
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