I surprise myself sometimes. This afternoon I plan to buy a box of chocolates and leave them where I’m bound to find them.
Happy new year, what’s left of it. Exciting times here at Old Git central.
It’s nice to report writing projects are starting to queue up since making this film (premiere 15th Feb) and people talking about filthy lucre which is always promising.
I’m just over an hour into a full length film. It has a beginning, a middle, currently two endings and the possibility of a sequel… assuming it ever gets made.
I was approached to do something dark and tense (not really my genre) so wrote a couple of example scenes thinking they’d hate it but alas, they loved it. So what began as a writing exercise has now become quite enjoyable.
Screenwriting seems to be finally providing the answer to that lifelong nagging question: what are you going to do when you grow up? Although I do feel a bit (a bit?) … a massive fraud since I’ve always avoided the whole cinema experience thing. Like many, I just don’t enjoy or need that huge screen with badly positioned speakers and people around me chattering, rustling crisp bags and slurping drinks, texting and doing what cinema goers feel obliged to do.
But now he’s here… and this time he’s actually installed a large screen and a projector in his man cave.
Always loved film, me.
The most extraordinary thing has happened. For three long days, people I’ve never met before gave their all to make ten minutes of dialogue I wrote come to life on the big screen. I am struggling to process this happy fact.
A few years ago I approached a writer after he’d given a talk and asked him for any tips. His response was to the point. “Be lucky”, he said. I kind of knew what he meant so went in search of this “luck” ( for “luck” read “slog”). Though it turns out a bit of luck was involved as the piece being filmed would have been missed had I not submitted a second script with a covering note for the previous submission.
Anyway, the script made it and all eyes became focussed on the weather forecast. Whose stupid idea was it to set a story on a Suffolk beach during a British summer? Sunday 26th of July’s forecast was ominous with lightning and hail symbols everywhere you looked. Go to bed, it’ll be fine. It’s the driest part of the UK.
A 5 a.m. start meant driving Vera, a rather lovely, blagged-on-twitter, 1967, expensive, left-hand drive VW campervan to the set. This was by far the scariest drive I have ever undertaken in my life! We madE it through the gathering storm and arrived at the beach just as the clouds began to part.
After several photographs and a local radio interview, we set about the task of filming ‘Back On Board’ which is the first of eight stories in the rom com feature film With Love From Suffolk. It will be released over Valentines weekend 2016 in at least ten Suffolk cinemas.
I couldn’t wait to meet my characters. Now I can’t wait for the premiere!
I am currently watching in awe as the team behind With Love From… Suffolk take on the Herculean task of making a film happen.
It’s slightly surreal in that I’ve created some characters and these FILMSuffolk guys are clearly more determined than I could ever be to bring them to life on screen. How fantastic that I don’t have to do that all by myself!
I’ve just been on a location recce for my script ‘Back on Board’ (affectionately known in the production office as Bob) and I think it’ll be a stunning piece of cinematography.
We have some pretty experienced filmmaking experts behind the project. Hollywood director Graham Baker(Alien Nation), our Director of Photography will be Steven Hall (Imitation Game, Warhorse) and many other talented individuals are offering their services.
It’s going to be amazing! If you live in Suffolk, get involved! And why not help us crowd fund it.
Well, here we go then! It seems I’m now a screenwriter after my script was chosen for inclusion into what we all hope will be a gorgeous film set in the beautiful county of Suffolk, England.
It’s a project close to my heart not just because my script was chosen but because Suffolk is where I was born and raised, spending some idyllic youthful days free-ranging hedgerows and rivers, setting fire to things, falling out of trees and generally dicing with death on a fairly regular basis.
And the people? Traditionally we’ve a reputation for being a bit wary of ‘outsiders’ though I’d suggest that’s simply us checking to see whether you like a laugh or not, y’know, after all the Viking rape, pillage and street-naming that went on.
But hey, it’s 2015 and time we shared the great warmth and affection we have for the place. I hope you enjoy the stories we present and please consider supporting the crowdfunding initiative.
It’ll be a summer of filming and, all being well, a launch on Valentine’s Day 2016.
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It is fair to assume that Danger began with something called The Big Bang. It is not known exactly how dangerous The Big Bang was as there were no people around then so we can say that, in scientific terms, it probably wasn’t very dangerous at all. In fact, given the entirety of space and time which The Big Bang allegedly started, it would perhaps be more accurately called The Small Pop.
Since The Big Bang however, there have been several dangerous and even life-threatening events. I once got bitten on the back of my leg by a dog and ever since then, dogs that try that again are in serious danger. That aside, volcanoes, wars, lions and choking hazards have all assigned themselves a place in Danger’s catalogue.
It is important to understand that this article will not simply be a definitive list of dangerous things. No, for that would make an even more dull entry, albeit exciting at first had I begun with say, bungee jumping into a shark infested pond of nitroglycerine. For this article to be of interest to the amateur enthusiast or novice, I shall make scientific observations and include anecdotes once I have put a plaster over this paper cut.
There are two basic types of danger arising from The Big Bang. The first is Big and should not be attempted in unsupervised surroundings. The second is, as the name suggests, Banging. Banging danger is anything from a nuclear explosion down to being on hand to witness yourself in the reflection of a shop window, bumping into a parking meter and apologising to it. Well it does happen as I have scientifically proved.
There is also a third category not really worth mentioning at all. This is called Perceived Danger. This includes pixies, elves and other trip hazards or those health and safety issues that have never arisen and frankly you’d have to be bonkers to imagine were ever likely to.
So let us begin with The Big Bang. How did this come about and why?
To be conti… hang on, just got to take a call…
“… What? Who Hawking? Pardon? What copyright? No, I don’t think I’m interested thanks. Where did you get my number anyway? Apart from the phone book I mean…Hello?”
Sorry about that.
In case anyone is looking for some audio silliness I just uploaded a few things on audioboo.
Here is a sample of a few things you may have missed over the years.
I can never resist having a go at an accent or character. I think it stems from having parents who hammered out any trace of our Suffolk surroundings from an early age.
The thing is when I was with the siblings and our old Ma was dying in hospital, pumped up with morphine, she said , ‘Oh, it’s so lovely, I can hear all your Suffolk accents coming out.’
I know she were dying and all that, but I really coulda lumped ‘er one!