The shoot tonight we very smoothly. I spent a lot of the 6 hours we were out in the cold in Bristol town centre standing with a walkie talkie, duvet jacket, hat, gloves, hi-visibility jacket, cup of soup and a cigarette directing traffic. About 15 feet away from me in the subzero temeratures were three or four actors wearing what amounted to bathing costumes by comparison, who fled off camera into warm blankets and hot water bottles held out by runners and grips. It was FREEZING. I must say respect goes out to the actors for their uncomplaining work in such conditions.



I have to also admit to a surge of pride seeing technicians I trained working on their first movie. These are people some of whom had little or no interest in filmmaking before I taught them but now look at them. They are a film crew! I would like to take some credit for that but I suspect in some dark recess of my soul that they might be quite talented anyway. It's good to dream.

I mean HEY this was for real; We had track, grips, gaffers, a real director, Alex Kirby of Hollyoaks and BBC Narnia fame, everyone doing proper jobs and doing them damn well. This was proper filmmaking writ large. I've never had as much fun freezing my balls off for 6 hours. Plus I got a little walk on part. Well, drive on part. I was the cab driver who picks up the first shooting victim up outside the club. The cab was was the gaffer's car with a borrowed cab light on top of it. The club was the entrance to an old grain store which had been dressed up with lights and smoke. All I had to do was drive up to the front of the club, pick up the girls and drive off without knocking over any lighting stands, and I did it in two takes.

While we waited between take I roared the heating in the car so the girls could warm up a bit to stop their teeth chattering. I think they appriciated my efforts on their part. :)



I got through about 11.00 and helped out with striking the kit and getting it into the lorry. We were pretty much done by quarter to twelve. I drove home in about 45 minutes, you make quite good time between Frome and Bristol at that time of night, and when I got in Mia was watching a Finnish movie in bed. We watched the rest of it together before falling asleep.