It's VERY long.....you've been warned!
Definitions of Crazy:
brainsick: affected with madness or insanity; "a man who had gone mad"
foolish; totally unsound; "a crazy scheme"; "half-baked ideas"; "a screwball proposal without a prayer of working"
marked by foolish or unreasoning fondness; "she was crazy about him"; "gaga over the rock group's new album"; "he was infatuated with her"
possessed by inordinate excitement; "the crowd went crazy"; "was crazy to try his new bicycle"
bizarre or fantastic; "had a crazy dream"; "wore a crazy hat"
intensely enthusiastic about or preoccupied with; "crazy about cars and racing"
someone deranged and possibly dangerous
Think the last one fits best. Thought it was about time I updated this thing as quite frankly I can't afford to call and text each and every one of you chipmunks what exactly is happening these days in the crazy world of me. Plus of course the simple fact I have a slight obcession with Blog Entries ever since my rambling travel blog days.
So - where do I start? Last week I was filming behind the scenes and session footage for a showreel to be used on the BBC website. Much fun beginning the week with Rapal on Monday - some great music from Jamie Campbell, Sounds Like April and Pipe Fusion. Didn't stay whole week though so went back to Lewis for Tuesday Wednesday to return again on the Thursday to setup for yet some more sessions and behind the scenes stuff for Program Choinnich/Morig and Caithream Ciuil. This was the longest day of filming and starting early morning after a night of being fed alcohol (for free of course) by our scary hotel owner who I think wanted to marry me by the end of the night - poor guy's just a little lonely out there in the middle of nowhere without his wife - still no excuse for being aff yer rocket though eh pal.
I thought id do the right thing - waited until he went to his room to get fuck knows what then made for my room WITH the bottle of wine of course. Who knows how I made it all the way down that corridor as I was pure burst as old friend Michael Barrymore (not the star with a dead body in his pool) used to say. What followed as always was the good old drink and dial. I fell asleep on the phone waking up with it stuck to my ear while still holding on tightly to that bottle of wine now half spilt over the bed - fuck . Calum MacKinnon - guy from Randan - 's banter on the night and then day of filming certainly made up for it.
Anyway, next up is I put on a brave face and fly home from Benbecula for yet another eventful weekend. Friday night Bevvy and Banter with EOH can't be beaten. Slept for almost 3/4 of Saturday to make up for my last months long insomnia. Saturday night went out to Ashton Lane with Jo. Weekend of the West End Festival resulting in this being a DAFT choice. Then met with Derek and Colette in Jinty's. Good seeing them. Spoke a bit of Gaelic though which added to Jo Banana's permanent state of confused insanity. We then hitch the Campus Schoolbus to end up in the middle of a punch-up in Sauchiehall - warm welcome home as always to then go to Firewater where we all couldnt hear a word each other said due to the loud music but are drunk enough to just play nice and smile and nod. Crashed at Jo's M I L E S away in Newton Mearns. Cool kittens in the cupboard. Interesting 20 squid taxi the next morning after very little sleep for some Paintball. -
When I arrived home Iain was still asleep and Ruth was clearly hungover and not really knowing whats happening. But neither did I. Called Derek and Trains were fucked - nothing new so we were gonna taxi it and pick him up on the way. Here enters the man himself all clad in the Team Zissou hat. Bus journey to Delta Force was full of banter but I think I was still drunk at the time so don't really remember what was funny about it. It probably wasn't at all actually now I think about it. We enter the main holding area outside all the Arena's and quickly realise after scanning the Billboard that this is going to be a very expensive day.
The teams are chosen - Ruth, Iain and I are of course placed on the reject team with 4 girls, 2 czec guys that spoke no english and as always a big fat guy who lets just say isnt the most mobile and looked like he'd rather eat the paintballs rather than shoot them. Lot of anger there you know to let out all that rage on scrawny people like me - for being fat and all. Not me, the fatman. Derek, Mason and other wannabe pro's but some pretty damn good actually - all having played before of course. Team Blue, surprise surprise, all newbies. However, bring it on. Out comes the Credit Card - one Rambo pack please honey. All suited and booted like Mr. Paintbaws himself. Let the games begin - or ill stop you right there -long story short, our team lost all games(there are 2 games in each of the 6 arena's). Close quarter Battles, Bus Bombings, Pyramid's and Hut Invasions. Even though we only one like 1 game it was still great fun. Got to unload half of my rambo pack on derek in the Jungle Arena also so hell yeh that made my day alone. Paintball tip - bring shit loads of paintballs that you bought yourself CHEAP anywhere else. Think I took out a mortgage at the place the amount of times I had to go back and buy more Paintballs. With of course 3 dud Smoke grenades, a flash grenade that didnt even work.
Couldnt walk all day monday. Some nice pretty bruises on my arms that - after returning to work after a weekend home - all my workmates look at and just go he's from Glasgow..... I get a call Monday afternoon from Producer Chris Young about this film Internship im being considered for. Initially flying down to London for a panel interview with himself, Director and Simon Miller and Chief Exec of Soda Pictures. Nope not anymore, i've to go to his house in Skye to meet him instead. At this point everyones thinking yeh well that makes more sense being closer to home well AYE RIGHT yer havin' a laugh. It's the black spot of I dunno possibly all of Europe. Impossible to get to from anywhere - even on the Summer Timetable. Of all days of course, theres only a 11.50 ferry on a Tuesday from Tarbert to Uig. No ferry back later that day and no Wednesday morning ferry that I can get catch to then make it to work at least for a backshift.
So, 5 seconds away from me calling Daddy to borrow his private jet, I decide that my only option to do it in a day is to go back to Inverness on the bus after the Interview, meet Nina that night, stay I dunno SOMEWHERE then fly back on the Wednesday morning flight - Thats keeping it simple. I get the bus to Tarbert at 10 like a right happy bunny. All us well and I get ferry on time- then theres no Bus meeting the ferry at Uig. So do I wait until half 3 for the Bus heading towards Glasgow to then miss my interview cimpletely and the bus to Inverness? Useless. So I hitch to Portree then hitch again to halfway between Portree and Broadford. Random village don't ask me what it's called. I then flag a taxi - nice old guy named Davey takes me all the way to SMO Campus at a heavily discounted price. I go to the lap, fail to log in. Be all nicey nicey with the receptionist and she prints it out for me. Then im at Chris Young's house for the Interview im clearly not prepared for but fuck it - it actually went really well. He thinks that perhaps the Film Internship (learning how the undistry works and attending film festivals and help promote the debut feature Gaelic film Seachd) and that a placement with Youngfilms would maybe fit better into my category. Sure, why not. Said he'd be in touch. Interview ends abruptly however, as we are both late. I taxi it to the EI to then end up driving past Pol in his car at a layby where he can get mobile reception. We go to the EI which would initially have been only for 15 minutes but in not very much needed persuasion I get Tara and Pol to join the bandwaggon. We enjoy some quality fine dinning at the EI alongside MJ behind the bar. Few shots of Vodka and we're off the Inverness.
We arrive in Inverness at 10 and walk into Slice where Nina works. Much to her surprise given she had no idea that Tara and Pol were coming. The fact that she didn't notice us for the first 5 minutes added to the humour. Few beers later we take 5 in Hootenanny's and end up in Johnny Fox's where Doc Livingston is playing some very hish-standard covers. Interesting acoustic version of Gnarles Barkley's Crazy. I mention BBC Music Researcher and out comes the card. High on demand with gigs all round the country but he's certainly interested in being part of the show (Rapal) even though I may quite possibly be leaving very very soon. We have no accomodation, but Tara has a nice friendly cousin thats more than willing to allow us to invade her home far too late into into the early hours of Wednesday with an unopened bottle of Rose.
This has been a long day of course so after about half an hour of hardcore arguementative chat with Nina who wanted to go visit her sick boyfriend in Hospital - visiting hours at 3am eh NAW I fall asleep. Of course I do, it's what im best at when the night has only got started. Well, the morning technically. Great seeing them, but I wake up with Nina long gone and Pol and Tara saying bubye now on their slightly mental journey back to Skye to go straight a dh'obair (translation - work). I sleep for a bit longer forgetting the fact im in someones house ive never met. Awkwardly leave while somehow telepathically saying thanks for letting me crash. Pol texts saying theres a taxi rank up near Ogilvies if you turn LEFT after you leave the flat. So What do I do? Look at the sign blankly and fail to make the connection then go RIGHT which gave me a nice tour of I think at least half the city.
Taxi it to the Airport - have liquids in my hand luggage so the smelly women clearly raging about her job chucks my Shower Gel, Deoderant and Toothpaste(just bought). I mean clearly highly dangerous weapons of mass destruction that I considered on using to hijack the flight to list my demands from Stornoway police......stupid bint. Anyway, so I fly back to work. Jetsetter that I am. Told 5 minutes later that im filming Project Hiort rehearsals tonight. I'm involved with the project over the next 3 days but this comes as a surprise, yet a handy one as noone seems to know exactly whats going on with this rather HUGE European celebration of St Kilda (Hiort in Gaelic) or something. Here's a link to save me failing to explain what exactly the project is all about: http://www.stkilda.eu/
Think thats us about us up to date. Oh think of the amount of money ive saved eh. Although not really ive told almost everybody most of what ive written in the last week - dafty
Hope we are all well. Certainly if we were able to make it to the END
R x
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