Thoughts for the day

Feeling Slightly Better About This Now

So after being offered the opportunity to attend a number of fund raising events at the Cannes film festival.  This is of course an opportunity I can not afford to miss.  So many people will go out and never get in front of anybody worth anything at all, and here we are in front of those people strait away, very lucky us.

Road Trip

My fear of going along to it on my own has been alleviated, I’m driving and camping with my brother Barrie. So now its pure excitement.  It feels like a real journey for us, not just getting to Cannes; the whole thing.  This film the setting up of the film company, writing the script, putting the team together and learning the art and craft.  The sense of achievement its getting beyond huge.  There is an old saying that do really appreciate something you need to have really worked for it.  We have certainly done that.

So for prosperity

I intend to video the road trip. It’s going to be stressful and fun, but hopefully we will get something out of it :)

laters,

Chalkster.

Invatation

I’ve just been invited to have lunch on a yacht in Cannes.  This is bonkersly good news, the type of good news that turns you stomach inside-out.  Firstly, I most likely have to go on my own, I don’t speak any French really [which is an appalling thing to have to admit] and I know nothing about how you are sopposed to be, what is the etiquette? It’s really nerve racking even thinking about it.  One hopes that in years to come I’ll have somebody organise things for me.  But if I can go, this is on the tightest of shoe strings with the smallest of knowledge, and totally unexpected.

YOU MUST GO

Can I afford not to go?  It’s unlikely… So I stay in deep fearfull thought.

laters,

ChalkStar

And slightly further!

On the first run I noticed that my breath was heavy by about halfway down Sunders road and that by the beginning of the cut I was having second thoughts about this running milarky.   Today It was the end of the cut that I started to breathe more heavily, and I don’t think I thought about quitting once.  Although I did notice that by the end of the cut I was running at half the speed.  Having said that we got all the way over to the other cut today, which is a result.  It’s be back home in no time.  My recovery is much quicker too, which is another good sign.  I wonder if I’ll ever be one of those people that runs 10 miles every day?  I’m suspecting not, though Simon seams to think that I will start enjoying my runs at some point and will be managing greater distances.  Time will tell I guess.  If it makes me thinner, then damn it, I’ll do it.

Re-Union

My old school is being knocked down or turned into flats or something.  And there is a re-union on the 3rd of June I’m keen to go for some strange reason.  I mean, I hated the place, not only was I bullied by the school children, I was constantly bullied by the teachers as well.  I’m sure that Mr. Thomas will tell you he had a hand in making me the man that I am. He did not, he was a bully that was stupidly given authority.  He wanted to be in the navy, and that is where he should have been.  I doubt, knowing the people in the forces that I know he would have lasted a very long time.  As for meeting old friends, I’m only in touch with one or two of them, and that’s very, very occasional.  I had very few friends at school, so why do I feel the urge to go?

No Balls read through

So tonight we get the first feel for what does and does not work on the script.  It’s a worrying time. Kinda.

Laters,

Chalkster