Adlestrop moment
Up to London early today. Caught the seven o'clock train, and listened to the birdsong on the platform slightly enchanted by it and thinking of Edward Thomas's lines:
"And for that minute a blackbird sangClose by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire."
Enjoyed seeing a hot air balloon, decorated as a huge union flag, drifting about near the low sun.
Got off at Blackfriars and walked alongside the Thames and up through Leicester Square to a place called Jungle on Villiers Street, where I had to meet production person Nadia, and sit in on a voiceover recording this morning, and have a conversation about editing afterwards. Nadia only three years out of university, but very switched on. I was able to add a bit of nuance here and there to the voiceover. Then back in a cab to the agency, to hook up with Keith and do some work on a pitch and other headless chicken panicky stuff about the short films in the afternoon.
Managed to slip away on time, and very happy to be back home at eight. Lorraine and I to bed early, but woken by Beth who arrived home at about one, and was chuffed that she had four days shoot as a featured extra on a TV show, and was home to pack and depart at a horrid 5 o'clock in the morning.
Snaps on the walk into Soho, and inside the studio.
"And for that minute a blackbird sangClose by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire."
Enjoyed seeing a hot air balloon, decorated as a huge union flag, drifting about near the low sun.
Got off at Blackfriars and walked alongside the Thames and up through Leicester Square to a place called Jungle on Villiers Street, where I had to meet production person Nadia, and sit in on a voiceover recording this morning, and have a conversation about editing afterwards. Nadia only three years out of university, but very switched on. I was able to add a bit of nuance here and there to the voiceover. Then back in a cab to the agency, to hook up with Keith and do some work on a pitch and other headless chicken panicky stuff about the short films in the afternoon.
Managed to slip away on time, and very happy to be back home at eight. Lorraine and I to bed early, but woken by Beth who arrived home at about one, and was chuffed that she had four days shoot as a featured extra on a TV show, and was home to pack and depart at a horrid 5 o'clock in the morning.
Snaps on the walk into Soho, and inside the studio.
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