Had a fantastic Friday, meeting director Dan Turner for an epic discussion of a film we've started cooking up with a frightening display of creative chemistry and determination. We were highly professional about it too, accomplishing several hours of Proper Sensible Talk before laying into the Mojitos and the buckets of Jack and lemonade.So naturally, to celebrate an incredibly productive and business-like Friday, I thought it only fair to spend the rest of the weekend visiting the marvellously-named Wittering on the South Coast, get pissed-up on Pimms, build sandcastles (well, a 'robot' which looked more like a ghost) and run around on the beach wearing ladies' silver flip-flops. With a flowery design. That's what every writer does, to let off steam, right?
No? Just me? Oh.
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Well, all writers are to some extent concerned with creating a narrative for their own life and it looks to me as if you have deliberately created a moment of flip-flopped 'Butch and Sundance' style happiness and captured it on film to ensure that any subsequent unhappiness is all the more sweetly poignant, especially when viewed by outsiders.
It also means that if you should ever have any future post-mojito 'creative differences' with this director you're working with (and I've no reason to dispute his existence, despite you appearing very much alone in that photo on the beach) then you'll be able to produce the Wittering photo and snivel over it in a 'remember how things used to be' kind of a way that it will make it difficult for him to part company with you.
Good for you.
The flip flops look lovely on you, by the way.
that's a look you got going there Jason.
Is it a Wittering to do Pimms in blue buckets? Or is that a bucket of *hic* Jack and lemonade? ;-)
Duh! That was obviously what was missing from Cheltenham - not enough flowery silver flipflops. We should inform the powers that be immediately. (And while they're sorting that out, perhaps they can lay on a day trip to the seaside while they're at it...)
Liz
Glad you appreciate the magic, folks. :)
Ms Smith, I should clarify that Dan and I didn't go to Wittering together. I'll have you know, he's a happily married man.
Accessorize, Jason. Accessorize.
Nevertheless, whenever anyone says in future that they have a film 'in development' I shall think of you cavorting on the beach in Wittering with your bucket.
Ms Smith, that's as it should be. :)
And whenever I'm in one of those train-toilets with a sliding door, as I was only the other day, I shall think of you.
Jason, it's a marvellous legacy. It's certainly how I would wish to be remembered.
Just a word of caution.
Dan Turner is an imbecile.
But how can we trust the word of an imbecile? Is this a double or even triple bluff?
Jason Arnopp is an imbecile.
But he looks well for it.
Are we now just insulting people? Cool! I name and shame Mr. E.L. Wisty.
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