trivial pursuits……

Sun, 6 Jul 2008 23:19:06

so I’m in this car, little fiat 1100 put-put, prolly from the ’50s – tho it could pass for the ’30s which is just as well.Dave the Canadian charter pilot is driving – we’re leaving a swanky joint called ‘the elite club’. – wearing ’30s gear.As instructed, we slow to a halt for the gates to open, we react to something sailing down in front of the gates – just have time to turn to Dave and mouthe..’oh fuc…KABOOM! – louder than i expected, i feel the heatflash on the windscreen.

we were told not to get out of the car. the gate-wallahs have scarpered – prolly to escape the horde of raging indian freedom fighters who have stormed down the hill and surrounded the car – the doors are yanked open – we’re pulled from the car – its not looking good……I’m slammed up against the car,they knock my hat off and rip off my jacket – we’re in trouble…this brutish thug fancies himself a patriot jestures for me to wear an indian shirt (kurta) – i look at him contemptuous like – punch to the midriff, get slapped, spun around – off comes the tie and shirt – its going much the same for dave on the drivers side.’ok ok ok’ i say, being generally pushed about and outnumbered – on goes the shirt, and i’m forced to shout ‘BHARAT MATA KE-JIR – repeatedly…..we’re pushed towards the club, where the assembled shocked ferenghi are about to receive the same…….

“CUT” – good shot,everybody…well done mr adams, says the director…good work….mind-blowing mr adams, says the brutish thug.

And thats the sort of thing that makes it worthwhile….you know, for us professional actors…….

“i thought”, Dave said,”we were just going to be standing in the background……”

“Yeah”, i said, smiling cryptically……”not bad for a debut…….”

Spent the next 6 hours sitting round dehydratring and doing fuck all!……..

thanks for the mugshots – you know who you are.
Adam x

‘this is where the rubber meets the road!’

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