Tuesday, 31 July 2018

On Sunday morning I went for walk and coffee and as I was walking through marylebone station there was a film shoot in progress- big crew, lots of big lights podiums and cameras probably about 20crew several actors and extras, trying to film a busy station scene- in a busy station. Why were there extras dressed up as ordinary people?
 why didn't someone just wander round the station with an unobtrusive hi definition camera and record what was happening?
 I sat at an empty table by the AMT coffee stall and watched. They did one take then the table I was sitting at filled up with extras, shepherded there by one of the crew. I imagined a line down the middle of the table with fact on one side and fiction on the other,  the extras on one side and me on the other ( maybe that’s disingenuous- by being aware of the narrow line between fact and fiction makes me fictional?) and was in this fiction that was trying to recreate fact. The line was moving I was no longer watching this scene , I was in shot. One of the extras tried to check out whether I was an 'official'  extra. I said no. he said 
"you should get paid for this- I'll point out the man you have to talk to . You're within your rights"

 I wondered whether to try but didn't want the argument and paper work to get afew pounds, even if it was an ad for SKY who have gazillions. I sloped off. Maybe I should have been more aggressive but bloody hell this was 8am on my Sunday morning.

Sunday, 29 July 2018

when does a blemish become a story?

From a refurbished computer apologetically sold at reduced price with some light scratches to a tatty antiquarian book that has passed through many hands: at what point does wear and tear  and it’s marks become an interesting story and increase the interest in a used thing?

Saturday, 14 July 2018

Don and Mel

Yesterday I posted this:
‘So here I am this morning next to Regent’s Park wow!how balanced and calm I am despite Don boy and Mel being so close- less than1/2 a mile away, staying in US ambassadors residence at Winfield House.. no, just cos he’s US pres and very nearby , I’m not going to let that deluded pipsqueak disturb my early morning ritual. 
Oh bloody hell,  a HUGE motorcade of big black vehicles with a police escort just went by. Couldn’t see inside the big limo it had darkened windows.’
But an hour later when leaving the park I saw an identical motorcade heading down to central london. The first one must have was a decoy - false news to confuse.


NO don
GO don
UNDONE IN LONDON 
GO HOME
NO don
GO don
UNDONE IN LONDON 
GO HOMENO don
GO don
UNDONE IN LONDON 
GO HOME

NO don
GO don
UNDONE IN LONDON 
GO HOME

Sunday, 8 July 2018

Bigg planz


Dohn’t giv mi yaw bigg planz
I'moanli intrestid in your nek stepp.
luk at wot’s aroundu,

luk at wot’s possibul

Tuesday, 3 July 2018

there is a way of concentrating

There is a way of concentrating- trying but relaxed, not caring but committed ; going for it, not letting depressive fatalistic thoughts stop you whilst going,but letting go as soon as you mess up and trying again.  It’s difficult to find the right words for this. It’s a bit illogical but the body knows