I made the mistake of imbibing a popular night-time cold remedy last night and stumbled out of bed this morning feeling like a man with a rotting blanket for a head. As I stood in the shower thoughts tumbled through my brain along the lines of “if I collapse in the middle of a take will they find someone to yell cut?” Nevertheless Meredith my trusty assitant (and very popular amongst the lads I can tell you) was waiting for me down in the lobby with the Beast and shuttled me off to set ignoring my grumblings and whingeings like the lady she is.
The morning was filled with various dramas which I shall report on another occasion and the afternoon was spent watching Jerry, QT, Mickey, Doug and Chad try on a variety of stunning dancing outfits the like of which only Mr Buss could conjure up. The Firemen’s suits made me think of Village People, the catcher’s outfits made me think of Tom Hanks spitting chewing tobacco and the Tarzan outfits reminded me of an old Was Not Was video that I made back in the 80’s. 2gether – I’m so proud of them: they worked hard all day and nary a grumble between them.
And of course it rained from dawn till dusk.