A rather curious ego-document.

I do the odd commercial voiceover, and generally enjoy the experience, but distrust cameras, so this is an extremely rare outing. My struggles to articulate are due not so much to linguistic or cognitive difficulties (the whole thing was, inevitably, way beyond me) as to facial muscles paralysed by a bitterly cold, force 5, mid-January tramontane. My favourite bit was when the evangelical gypsy lent me his staff of authority:

Edmund: Don’t forget your stick, Lieutenant.
George: Oh no, sir — wouldn’t want to face a machine gun without this!

Rather more jolly footage from another jaunt will be along shortly.

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