I wasn't needed for filming today and elected not to go and watch in the capacity of writer, even though this meant missing out on a free lunch (no such thing? Oh yes there is and it was waiting for me in a catering truck in Surrey - by the way the Friday meal was steak and ale pie, so was very close in my guess).
Luckily the weather was good today as Anton was shooting some scenes in the garden involving ponds and underwear and so I didn't want him to be any colder than was necessary. There was me railing against the God of our Universe for deluging us in rain, when only a few days later as god of this fictional universe I was sending an old man out into a garden in wet pants. What a hypocrite. And like the God of our Universe I decided it was better to turn a blind eye to the mayhem I had created and just pretend it wasn't happening. I will see it on TV with the rest of you (if you can tear yourself away from Big Brother eviction night), though I suspect, with all respect to the veteran star, that Anton would not be the cast member that most viewers would be hoping to see in wet underwear. Don't worry everyone, I also fall out of a bath, so you'll see me slippery and bare as well. And I am the cast member that people want to see in a state of undress, right?
I ordered a regular sized coffee at Caffe Nero this morning and then when I got my "Buy nine coffees, get one coffee free" card out, I realised it was already full. Usually I treat myself to a big latte when Caffe Nero are giving it to me for nothing, and I briefly considered paying for the coffee with money and getting a new card and waiting for another time to cash in my free coffee. But I reasoned to myself that there was only 30 pence difference between a big coffee and a medium coffee and that it was a bit pathetic of me to be even considering this and so I used the card to get the medium coffee.
I immediately regretted it though. I could have had a big mug of coffee for free, rather than the smaller cup and whilst I suspect that the big coffee just has more milk and no more coffee, I still felt I had cheated myself out of something. Also I had two papers to read and a blog about talking to the unborn babies from the ejaculation that originated me to write and I realised that the medium coffee was no way going to last long enough to complete all these things.
It's the kind of thing that ruins my day. Why hadn't I just bought the medium coffee and saved my card, or even better called over to the barista as she was making my coffee, telling her I had changed my mind and wanted the big coffee, and then get to see her smile change to a frown as she realised I wa "paying" with a card and that Caffe Nero was going to have to bear the brunt of the cost of that extra milk. I am such an idiot.
Being a writer is much easier than being an actor.
Joe Bloggs (perhaps not his real name) has interviewed me about Warming Up for his own blog. You can read what I had to say for myself
here.
