.. And when I stumbled home from the party there on the kitchen
table was a commission for 12 minutes of material for Laurence and Gus:
Hearts and Minds - my first commission! - recording in December. So yes
an excellent birthday, but I should probably not be blogging now but
focusing instead on that brief: the eternal verities, hopes and fears,
an intimate history of humanity, heartfelt knobgags (nobgags? the
spelling of "nob", that was also brought up at the brief).
The
Dungeon's nice and quiet now. (Perhaps too quiet: our senior actor
emerged from his office with a shirt and forehead covered in pink dye
just in time for a visit from York, which it turns out is what happens
if you squeeze too hard on a stress reliever). I took five year's worth
of notebooks onto the floor and, trying to catch the light in
Whitechapel, panned for one-liners.
Meanwhile
Shunt had got its hand on the Blackpool illuminations. I spoke to a
designer called Phillip who had accrued more than a thousand pieces
before being let go. A designer - Blackpool had finally decided - was
surplus to requirements, and Phillip spoke darkly of the flashing mess
left in his wake as a giant fibreglass tulip very conspicuously bloomed
above the bar.
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