Last night my house was assaulted by a possessed toaster and a few dozen browned, sharpened slices of bread. There were many casualties, both physical and psychic. Oh, and a film crew was there too. It got messy, including (but not up to) an actor replacing a perfectly reasonable line* with the word ‘potato’, resulting in the complete and utter abandonment of professional composure. Not that we had that in the first place.
Which is about par for the course for an I Am Tim shoot. As are the many, many puns (mostly condiment-related, natch).
I don’t want to give any spoilers away, but if you liked this:
Then you’re pretty much in for a treat with Episode 2.5: ‘Night of the Living Bread’.
Oh, and did I mention that 2.3 came out on Thursday? How silly of me. Here it is:
It’s essentially An American Werewolf in London by way of The League of Gentlemen, with a slight detour in Black Sheep country.
I’m sure you’ll figure out why pretty quickly.
[I realise I haven’t posted in a few days and that my output’s been pretty erratic of late. I’m trying to sort out my headspace and I hate announcing that ‘normal service’ will resume and never coming through on that front, so I’ll just say I’m doing my best…and that there WILL be a post tomorrow.]
*There are no reasonable lines in Tim.