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The New Opium of the People
Jun. 7th, 2006 03:56 pmI mowed my front lawn yesterday. It really really needed it. I also hacked down the thistles and cleared some of the weeds out of the flowerbeds.
I was shamed into doing this by the really neat job of mowing that a big burly bloke in a vest was doing on the house opposite. The garden consists of nothing but grass, but at least it's neat grass. There was also a new "LET" sign up, too - about the 4th time the place has changed since I moved in. I looked at it months before I saw this place, but as it's fully-detached & as an end plot has a much bigger garden, it was some £20K more than mine.
The slightly doddery but pleasant old chap who bought it last year is not around any more. I fear the worst.
But today I discover the reason for this burst of activity. Today, it's a film set. There's a film crew swarming around the garden, typically quite-cute girlies in jeans fussing around, as busy as a dead dog on an anthill, others lounging in garden chairs, "smokin' a fag".
(Saw a dead dog floating in the canal near Foxton at the weekend. How... nice.)
It's probably The Bill, something I have never seen. Veals Mead is used for location shoots for that quite often - certainly several times a year. It's odd that I have never seen the apparently-cinegenic or at least telegenic location onscreen, but then, I seldom watch the idiot box anyway.
There are big white vans festoned with England flags, parasols - well, big umbrellas - black fabric screens, windows taped over with silver foil. They do so much work to exclude natural light, then replace it with big hot electric lamps. Odd. Makes the Dogme film movement seem much more comphrehensible, in a way. Not that I have seen any Lars von Trier myself.
I suppose if one were into this kind of thing, it'd all be rather exciting. Personally, I find it just a distraction.
Ah well. On with the book...
I was shamed into doing this by the really neat job of mowing that a big burly bloke in a vest was doing on the house opposite. The garden consists of nothing but grass, but at least it's neat grass. There was also a new "LET" sign up, too - about the 4th time the place has changed since I moved in. I looked at it months before I saw this place, but as it's fully-detached & as an end plot has a much bigger garden, it was some £20K more than mine.
The slightly doddery but pleasant old chap who bought it last year is not around any more. I fear the worst.
But today I discover the reason for this burst of activity. Today, it's a film set. There's a film crew swarming around the garden, typically quite-cute girlies in jeans fussing around, as busy as a dead dog on an anthill, others lounging in garden chairs, "smokin' a fag".
(Saw a dead dog floating in the canal near Foxton at the weekend. How... nice.)
It's probably The Bill, something I have never seen. Veals Mead is used for location shoots for that quite often - certainly several times a year. It's odd that I have never seen the apparently-cinegenic or at least telegenic location onscreen, but then, I seldom watch the idiot box anyway.
There are big white vans festoned with England flags, parasols - well, big umbrellas - black fabric screens, windows taped over with silver foil. They do so much work to exclude natural light, then replace it with big hot electric lamps. Odd. Makes the Dogme film movement seem much more comphrehensible, in a way. Not that I have seen any Lars von Trier myself.
I suppose if one were into this kind of thing, it'd all be rather exciting. Personally, I find it just a distraction.
Ah well. On with the book...
