Hit my first bit of industrial roadkill while merging onto the motorway. An IKEA plastic tub rolled towards me and it got lodged under my bumper so I huddled up onto the hard shoulder and yanked it free. On closer inspection the bucket was in decent nick still, my inner Grandad Bob took over and I said to myself 'I'll have that!'. 5 hours later I found myself hiding birthday paraphernalia for cast inside the very same tub as I walked it down to set. I lit the candles and walked in as 15 cast members sung happy birthday to the lucky recipient. All the while I stood there singing along in a room full of famous people wondering how I got there.
The only thing crazier than that is the fact I drove 1280 eggs across the Cotswolds today. But in this instance the mental image is more amusing than the anecdote so I'll tastefully omit the details.
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