Experiments in liveblogging my foot. I quickly realised no-one wants to hang out with a guy who’s on a laptop at a piss-up. Also having things of value around drunkards is just dumb in the first place.
Highlights from last night:
- The film. It’s almost – almost – festival-ready, and it’s bloody good in spite of my involvement. My only criticism is that there should have been more. Pretty faint criticism for a 20-minute short. Here’s the trailer because why not:
- Talking sci-fi concepts with the production designer/editor. It was ace, and I faintly recall suggesting that we write something AMAZING together.
- Accidentally getting covered in the director’s blood after trying to, er, get a piggyback ride off him, sending us tumbling to the ground and splitting the poor guy’s lip. I stayed the night at his place and was terrified that I’d wake up and search for him to discover he’d drowned on his own gushing lip blood. Thankfully that wasn’t the case.
I paid for my crimes, obviously, and an excellent production meeting with some wonderful folks for I Am Tim was sullied only by the dread that I’d either expel or expire before the day was out.
But I survived, much to the chagrin of my enemies.