Prayers for the Hamster

It's confession time - Steve Irwin and a stingray - unfortunate, Peter Brock and a tree on the rally, also unfortunate. But I'm more upset by Richard Hammond in intensive care, which may sound very strange to some. All three were doing something they loved at the time of their accident - but Richard Hammond is my favourite (all the ladies I work with know what I mean) and my thoughts are with his family, having experienced my share of intensive care waiting rooms, varying updates in conditions and constant tests. I just hope that he makes a full recovery.

Groundhog Day

I'm currently trapped on two pages of script where one character launches into its tyrade of how I am obviously the root of all Evil. I'm not. I am Evil's second cousin, but due to a rural upbringing perhaps I am Evil's Big Sister - which is true, depending on which side of the fence you're sitting on. As a general rule it is very difficult to sit on the metaphorical fence itself for two reasons:

1) It's a metaphor. A type of lie told for effect.
2) As far as metaphors go, this one would be barbwired with 50,000 volts of electricity up your arse if you tried to sit on it.

But the beauty of ignoring the character is that it is not dialogue at all, his soliloquy is merely a madman ranting into thin air....

Excellent locations to find a body

I spent much of yesterday discussing with a filming location manager the best places I knew to find a body.

Sometimes my job is more interesting than I give it credit for.