Urban Sardines

Got chummy with my good friend the printer once again to rattle off numerous copies if the script for our read-through on Friday. Lots of moving parts over the next few days and trying to stay on top of everything is a challenge but we're managing quite well. Tomorrow will be the real litmus test to see just how well our organising is going.

I'm not the first, nor the last person to have this thought... But working in Central London is pretty awful. In particular the travel costs to and from work, I wondered why my bank account was looking a bit peaky, I guess that's how it'll seem when 10% of my weekly wage is spent on getting to work and home again. Is it a privilege to not have a seat and get squished into a filthy train? I'm taking a vow here and now to never do a long stint of work in London again unless totally necessary.

Looks like I forgot to post yesterday's blog - must have crashed out!

Smiling Ducks

Yet another 9 til 7 work day in prep - there's still plenty to do and like little ducks we're smiling while paddling fiercely! Seems like I've also become the unofficial script editor for this one as I'm literally rewriting the script whenever the Producer asks for changes - that's a hefty amount of responsibility that we all kinda laugh about since it really isn't in my job description. A few last minute updates forced us all into the office after all the senior team had left, it's lovely little Production team this time round, just don't want to burn out before the shoot even starts!

Mon-daze

Thunderstorms in London kept me awake so I was a bit groggy catching the tube and train into work. The Monday daze never really lifted either, especially when the whole work day was a one-note drone of emails, busywork and spreadsheets. I was rinsed when I was done for the day, and train delays made me disassociate myself from my physical being - I was looking at myself in the 3rd person thinking, 'Wow, this guy needs an early night'. That's what I'm doing now, just trying to take it easy and reserve my strength for the rest of the week.

Dreaming of Next Saturday

After breakfastest Rebecca quietly announced that today would be a pyjama day... You heard no protest from me. A greatest hits of our favourite things was on the cards basically. West Wing, games, late dinners and crumpets. Zero obligations meant I felt a true lack of stress, even heading back up to London I felt remarkable chilled out. It was a little sad saying farewell to Rebecca for another 5 days, but I had a near-perfect weekend at home with her to keep me going til next Saturday.

Blockbuster on a Budget

 It's lovely to be back home for the weekend. My own coffee, my own bed and my own pace of living. Only thing that could make it better would be a trip to the movies... And seeing as it was national cinema day it seems rude not to go. Rebecca and I paid the low-low price of £3 each to go see the latest Spider-Man film at (what would be) one of the more expebsive picture houses in town. Felt right going to see a blockbuster on the big screen with the booming sound. All the trailers were for upcoming superhero films that looked a bit naff, then I suddenly realized that's exactly what I was about to watch. Ah well, Spider-Man was just ok. We both left with mixed feelings about it but glad we went to the cinema nonetheless.

London Groove

Getting back into the London public transportation groove now. Barely even have to check my gps to figure out where to go now since I've got the route down pat. Signed off a handful of bits at work and crossed things off my list, only to uncross them as new issues keep rearing their heads. All I want to do is disassociate myself from the problems, but I know deep down that I'm one of the few who can actually make a difference. Good old Mark very generously offered me a lift back to Bristol, it was nice to have a road buddy and just chat for the whole ride home. Back in my bed now, where I intend on staying long into the early hours of Saturday.

Ping Pong Pub

Climbing that Stairmaster today. Work ramped up already to the point where I literally said 'How is it 2pm already?!' Just a lot of nitty gritty stuff to iron out and I'm well into the weeds now. Best part of my working hours was successfully appling for a parking suspension in a London Counsil, thought it'd take 14 days to turn around but the team were surprisingly responsive.

The best part of my actual day was meeting up with Mark for some London drinks. Just me and him decompressing about out jobs, talking TV and playing ping pong. I smashed him at the first game and the encroaching rain saved me from losing the second match. Felt a bit like a dream spending time with him there, hanging out in a non descript London pub, just one of those fun scenarioa you don't really ever imagining happening in real life.