I do a job, either voluntarily or for money. It’s npt necessarily that exacting, hanging around in the background and occasionally performing a simple task; basically I’m an animated meat prop. However, it is nice to be sent a couple of stills or a link to the finished production so that I can extract a […]
We live in interesting times. The production I was looking forward to in March/April was postponed as the Covid-provoked lockdown stopped any activity. It resumed in September and I was given dates when I would be required. Then a second lockdown was called and the country ground to a halt again. Except that film and
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We do live in interesting times. Inconspicuously meeting in a McDonald’s car park to be handed a package containing a Webley .38 revolver. I was driving an ex-training rapid response ambulance, the person handing me the gun was in a car advertising a gangster film. Who were those masked men? So the obvious move, in
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It’s been a long, long time. With Covid-19 running rampant despite the worst efforts of our government and the industry at a standstill. One Man has been even lazier than usual and wasted any opportunities that the long layoff may have presented. The last production in which he was involved is on hold. As the
It’s been a funny few weeks. Amid gathering fears and precautions against the virus I prepared or the eight days filming that was due at the end of March. My campsite near the location was booked; my new tent arrived on the doorstep on the day that lockdown was announced. The weather has been really
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My second ever paid job was for a shaving advert. Two unpaid auditions in London and I had the gig. A one day shoot, two hundred and fifty notes. One Man had hit the paydirt! An excruciating train ride to Edinburgh – Friday before a Bank Holiday, jam-packed with people going to York races and
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As reported earlier I was looking forward to an energetic week filming for a TV series at the end of the month. Further to our sex tuition, we had another session, this time learning to move from stoned and trippy to psychotic and cannibalistic in less than a minute. Filming was to be north of
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His Dog’s performance as Homeless Man #16’s dog at the soup kitchen was brutally excised from the final cut of Last Christmas . One Man also suffered from performances being cut – “walking past a table” and “speaking to office worker” both failed to reach the screen. However, his scenes of queueing outside a church
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A long while back I was very opposed to the idea of being Santa, mainly because my workmates used to think it was a good idea. They were met with a curt expletive. Once work had become a thing of the past and I was invited to play Santa for money I warmed to the
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Friday was nice. I drove to Uxbridge, parked as arranged on a stranger’s drive and took the Metropolitan line to Wembley Park. I spent the morning in a makeup trailer in the car park of the unit housing production offices, costume and workshops having braids and dreads woven into my hair before mud was caked
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