I LUV U BOW E3 PT2 :: WORLDS COLLIDE

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Regular readers will know I'm more than a small fan of a good digression and/or delay in writing Pt 2's, 3's and 4's - and here we go with one such...

Yes boss, the first part of this piece was written back in February and I had every intention of finishing Pts2 & 3 somewhen near then....

However puch came to shove, and I got distracted and have only now got around to it - so here we go with Pt2....

Pt 3 might well be imminent....



I LUV U BOW E3 PT2 :: WORLDS COLLIDE


So, I've mentioned before that I've had various involvements with film production and construction and one such time - in fact the last time I did so - I had a whole bunch of worlds collide and broke a whole load of sweat..

Yes boss, at the time, I was still thinking I might carve myself a little film making niche.

After starting working a few films on the bottomest rung (extras work) I figured I could maybe do half a job in film in some capacity, thus bringing in some cash, meeting handy people and doing something varried and interesting, whilst carrying on with the proper writing on the side until such a time as that was making money...


Well, a bit of back scratching later, a producer I'd come to know, got it into his head that I'd be good at doing 'art department and set design'...

I did a few bits and pieces for him including helping with this Abgott video

And a short film directed by a guy who used to do The Prodigy's visuals in which Christopher Cazenove (formerly Ben Carrington in Dynasty) head was removed via a few tricks..(the paddling pool's for the fake blood)

Well, it was all going OK. I was truning up, doing a half creditable job and paid work was starting to come my way...


So, one week I'm undergoing a week of heavy training with my Official Trainer in order to improve my writing, and I get a call from the a random saying my producer friend has passed him my number and that he has an unpaid job for me.

I don;t like the sound of 'unpaid' but I hear him out...

'Can you build me 2 rooms on Friday??'
'2 rooms on Friday??!?'
'Yes'
'In 2 days time Friday??'
'Yes'
'I have no idea, I've never built 2 rooms before'
'I have faith in you Paul'
'OK'


So, I meet the Director for a coffee and he tells me I need to hire something called 'Flats' he says you build them up into temporary rooms. He says he wants one of these temporary rooms painted black and covered in flourescent light tubes in stripes. He then wants the other one covered in wallpaper...

Now, I have no idea what I'm doing, and am completely fucking hopeless at DIY, but I figure it's all a challenge and I get ahold of these flats for a couple of hundred quid and drop them in the studio in Whitechapel on the Thursday night

The Director tells me I'll have an assistant (SHE'S FIT!! he says) to help out with assembly and decoration - so I figure between us we can get the job done and if we fuck it up I'll have a good story to write....


So, Friday comes and I get there EARLY EARLY with 2 drills and set about assembling these flats into rooms.

About 3 hours of puffing and sweating later, I'm making slow progress and the Director swans in like he's got all day.

With him is this girl who's supposed to be 'my assistant'.

Mr D asks me how it's going,

I say, I'm doing fine.

He says he's changed his mind and doesn't want newspaper on the walls he wants white paint instead.

He then says he's taking my assistant to help him buy a doll for use as a voodoo doll, and off they swan off leaving me to do the job...


Now, obviously wandering around the shops buying a voodoo doll takes 2 fucking people, whereas building and decorating 2 rooms inside a day takes one, - so I get on with my job (occasionally borrowing the assistant who's working on the lingerie shoot downstairs) whilst the Director and the girl he considers to be fit and 'My Assistant', swan about East London looking at dolls...


Well, about 8 or 9 hours in I have the walls standing, and I'm painting away...

At about 7pm, the Director and Producer and a couple of friends arrive together with 'My Assistant' and the flourescent lighting tubes...

I get about an hours work out of this girl, in which she manages to balls up a stencil and flirt more with the Director...

The Director then changes his mind again, decides that the white walls look crap and they need to be pasted - meantime the boys mainly sit around breaking balls, and with half the job done, the guy who owns the studio and lives downstairs kicks us out at about 9.30pm....