Good evening peasants. Tonight's blog will be written by critically acclaimed arsehole, Simon Burgess.
Today was an interesting one for Theo. After being graced with the role of Boom Operator on the upcoming short film 'Writing on the Wall', he was in for a large one. And when I say large, I mean JACAMO large. From what I hear, the day was filled with laughs and "good vibes" (Durrant, 2016) Lincoln was in full directorial flow, James was kept in the wings to make his supporting role as Aaron springboard the piece into a platform of majestic theatrical prowess.
This was not the case. Instead, James was reserved for a considerable amount of time, before Lincoln realised "he's actually not that good at acting." (Witter, 2016) Then in the distant Frederica Road sunshine, emerged a figure in black, looking particularly rawkus. It was Simon, housemate and illegitimate son of Theo Durrant. The prodigal son returned from his escapade in London, where hi-fives were exchanged before people continued with the shoot.
Simon chatted up an absolute sort of a young lady, and made her feel special with his insightful and interesting conversation. James got bored of waiting for his shining on-screen moment so he went to pump some iron. A couple of hours later, the crew dispersed and the Frederica Boys cracked on with some impeccably cooked nachos, courtesy of Theo. Accompanied with some knock-off Desperado's, the night went into stand-by mode as the gents unwinded and reflected on today.
Today's lesson learned: When the Frederica Boys are together eating top drawer Mexican, the atmosphere in the house is always harmonious.
Simon signing off, and thank you Theo for allowing me to guest blog this evening.
SB.
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