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I've always dreamed of coming to Newhaven ever since I heard it existed, yesterday. And today my 24 hour long dreams came true. I came to Newhaven, as we're filming Zak the Ripper here tomorrow.
It was a wearying journey. I was still a bit under the weather with my low key man flu and my high key man cancer. I'd hoped to record a Newsround before Ieft this afternoon, but my brain was fuzzy and none of the news seemed that funny, so Newshounds will have to wait until Wednesday for the next one. Unlike LSM (lame stream media) we don't report the news if there is no news.
Newhaven is blessed with two train stations, less than half a mile apart, because people might want to go to different parts of Newhaven and why should they have to walk? This is Newhaven for Christ's sake!
I wasn't going to the (possibly) classier Newhaven Harbour, but to Newhaven Town. All I can say is that if this it's situated in the town, then it's a town which is mainly a ring road with a Macdonalds and a KFC on it and then if you walk a bit further a Sainsburys and then if you walk a bit further a Premier Inn, the finest hotel in all of Newhaven Town.
I think it's a Premier Inn whose builders assumed would only be used by people with transport, as the final walk up was via the road or the petrol station forecourt. But once in it was a perfectly adequate Premier Inn with a nice receptionist, a sad Brewers Fayre next door where I would no doubt be treated to a disappointing continental breakfast, or if I fancied getting drunk, I could go there now and drink booze alongside the Premier Inn's other splodgy residents, plus any Newhaven inhabitants who had walked up through the petrol station to get here.
I was tempted to post "Where is good to go out in Newhaven on a Monday night?", but I suspected Brewers Fayre might be the best choice and also, even though it was only 7pm I was not prepared to leave my Premier Inn room and was almost ready to sleep.
I had intended to learn my lines- first on the train and then when that seemed impractical (you really need to read them out loud to get them to stick) and then in the room. But I couldn't build up the enthusiasm. I've mainly been concentrating on how to pronounce my character's name. He is called Detective John Sjuksköterska (he is English, but his father was Swedish). I've seen a few different suggestions on how to say this, but really the only important thing is that I say it the same every time. Which I really seem to be struggling with.
But what do Swedish people know?
Also name pronunciations change through the generations and countries. But probably not within seconds, which is what is happening when I attempt to introduce myself.
I was so weary I couldn't even be bothered to recheck that video anyway and came up with my own way of remembering. Which still didn't seem to be working. Then I fell into a lonely restless sleep in a Premier Inn in Newhaven at about 9pm. Which was still the best night anyone had in Newhaven this year. So far.
