Fragile Coffee

Felt rather delicate at work, the pub opposite our hotel did very well in serving our crew into the small hours of last night. Luckily my morning missions comprised of getting coffee for everyone and tending to a few script amends (which I'm now very clued up in). Only two more days in Cornwall! I can't believe how quickly these two weeks have flown by. As comfy as the Travelodge beds are, I still can't wait to head back to our little cottage in Devon.

What I do for Telly

 Gotta love being the son a of solicitor. Had some more back and forth with our legal team regarding some artwork in our filming location. I was literally scouring family trees and cross referencing orientation of artwork to prove my point in an email that felt more important than my dissertation. Fingers Crossed we'll get  clearance on a hit of art that'll incidentally fill the background of a shot of our kids show for less than 15 seconds. The things I do for telly...

Odd Jobs? Give them to Me

 Got all the odd jobs today. I was back to logging various pieces of historical artwork and chatting with our Canadian legal team about getting them cleared. Previously we've been getting a lot of firm guidance from them but I reckon I've managed to charm them into being a little more lenient - which is great for us! Then I got to put my Photoshop skills to good use by drafting up a thumbnail for the show's podcast. I very casually whipped something up, intending it to be a work in progress draft, but my boss loved it immediately. I told them to give me another 15 minutes to fine tune it and they were stoked with the results. Might just see my handiwork if you even go to listen to the Malory Towers podcast which is coming out soon. I'm also working on the ongoing saga that is arranging wrap gifts for everyone - we think we know what it's gonna be, but we just need to negotiate a deal.

My favourite job of the day was decompressing and chatting with Rebecca once the day was done. Making her laugh with my dumb jokes and hearing about her getting another cat-sitting job really made my heart smile. Though this job has been incredible in many ways, it is sad not being able to share the highs with Rebecca in person.

My Kingdom for Some Cards

A chunk of my day was spent running around the sleepy harbour town of Padstow looking for multipacks of 'Thank You' style cards. The faithful garden centre let us down, Tesco was a no go so Padstow was my last resort. A helpful local pointed me towards a local art shop and I was thrilled to at long last find what I was searching for. After a manic hour or so, the day kinda petered out a bit - gentle way to start the week I guess but I was honestly clock watching towards the end of it all. I did manage to shuffle away a bit and wish Grandma Margaret a happy 90th Birthday - she even said she couldn't believe she was that old now! It was really lovely to hear her voice, shame I had to get back on the clock since I don't really get lunch breaks, I'll just have to call her up again sometime down the line.

Clerk

A bundle of dirty laundry came with me down to the nearby town, destined for the launderette. I didn't have quite enough change to get the washing machine going so I dashed around town to break a note, instead I bumped into the show's director and my old uni mate having a coffee and they tossed me a few pennies to get my wash on. I sat with them while my shirts got clean and basked in the near-Summer Sun. I ate lunch alone at a nearby restaurant - it was a Sunday carvery and a surprisingly good one at that. Rebecca and I spent a lot of time together virtually, playing games and chatting about our week.

This evening I was shattered though and just fancied staying in. A while back I was chatting with the show's director about films and I flippantly mentioned that Clerks was my gateway movie. Funnily enough, a friend of his was doing the finishing touches on a documentary about Kevin Smith (The film was called 'Clerk') and he passed on a sneaky link to watch a near-final version of the film. It was only after the film ended I was stuck by how wonderfully circular my life has been leading up to this point. With Clerks being a firm favourite of mine, guiding my passion which has ultimately lead me to this job, and now here I am watching an unreleased film about how that film has influenced the lives of countless souls. Made me stop and think about my life and smile about how lucky I've been recently.

A Most Splendid Saturday

Didn't wake up with a hangover, instead I was just monstrously hungry. I took a drive to a nearby garden centre/cafe and ordered a huge stack of pancakes of coffee, I felt human again afterwards. Bumped into some of my crew mates there too and shared a bit of time with them, ultimately got invited out to Polzeath beach to hang out. Some of them went surfing, I just admired the coastline and drank Shandys. My group later migrated to a very swanky pub where I had the most expensive meal of my life so far, but in good company and with meal allowances lining my pockets I didn't mind a jot. Returning to the hotel room I chatted with Rebecca on the phone for an hour, we've arranged to meet up in Hartland a few weekends down the line and we couldn't bbemore excited. So eager to show her around the local area!

Where's the Charcuterie?

I can't remember the last time I was so excited for a Friday. The work load was just right, the vibes were good and everyone was dying to get out to the pub after work. After we got kicked out the nearby pub the Canadian DOP asked the group if anyone had a hotel room that was larger than usual, I sheepishly raised my hand as I'm inclined to tell the truth, I only realized a split second later I signed myself up for the after party. So drinks at my room occurred into the small hours of the night. Someone offered to bring charcuterie, left and never returned... So that was the end of the night. Now it's 4am and I've seldom been more ready for a kip.