Sunday, 29 November 2009
Hearts In The Gutter Today
Thursday, 26 November 2009
Fat Children
Another video from the recent Jarvis Cocker Makes An Exhibition Of Himself Again at Village Underground.
This time with aerobics.
Monday, 23 November 2009
Hearts In The Gutter
Friday, 20 November 2009
I Bought A Credit
They are attempting to film an adaptation of Clovis Dardentor, an 1896 novel by Jules Verne that I don't mind admitting I had never heard of. They already have Stephen Fry & Annette Badland attached and my CV loitering in their email inbox. Judging by the stature of the cast of their recent short film Jam, I'm under no illusions that they will need my help, but it's worth a go.
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
Slash For Cash
It also needs paying for.
Writer and Producer Lucy V Hay blogs about your opportunity to contribute funds for it here. I wholeheartedly endorse her efforts.
Saturday, 14 November 2009
Dance Along With The Common People
Here's some footage from the Jarvis Cocker Makes An Exhibition Of Himself...Again gig on Wednesday night.
Jarvis shows you the moves. Go on. Join in.
Thursday, 12 November 2009
Friday, 6 November 2009
London Met Ad
I didn't go to drama school. There I've said it.
Instead I went to university. Specifically the University of North London. At the end of our first year it amalgamated with Guildhall to become the ever-increasingly huge London Metropolitan University. In an effort to rebrand, the new uni spent money on an advert which ran in cinemas in 2003. I'm in this, although I'll be amazed if you can spot me. My sideburns have never been quite as luxuriant since.
Other LMU alumni seen in the advert include Zoe Alyssa Cooper, Laura Dobson and Claire Ludgate.
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Slash Shoot
It's not all bad news, because despite the setbacks we actually got a lot in the can. I'm really looking forward to seeing the end result.
What I can tell you is that it gets bloody cold in the middle of the forest in late October (and as it turned out early November as well) in the rain. However nobody was really in any position to complain because Lucy Laing (below) spent the night wearing very nearly more blood than clothing.