Getting there...
In which The Prisoner has been consumed in a flurry of activity

Shot most of the film now, james just wants one final scene at a pub (which we can organise as soon as the swelling in one of our actors eyes goes down) and a picture for the cover of the DVD (oh yes folks! there's going to be a DVD!! Get your orders in now to avoid disappointment!) I'm actually quite happy with how it turned out so far, my house wasnt wrecked at all despite the passing of a huge film crew, and the rushes looked superb, we just have to wait and see what james does with the edit. i was worried at first that it was just going to be fucked up beyond belief, but it's actually all rather tongue-in-cheek, which is probably the best thing for a student movie to be, unless it's Man Bites Dog of course.
Another upshot of these few crazy days shooting a no-budget horror movie in my house is i have come up with a name for a production company should i ever need one. My Dad, who seemed slightly baffled by the sudden gaggle of long haired 19 year olds who invaded his house (and even more baffled by Johns disappearing beard, but thats another story) took to reffering to them simply as the 'Hairy Happening', as in...
"Are we having the hairy happening around again today rob?"
"Why yes father" says i.
If i ever need a name for a production company, i think i need look no furhter than "hairy happening".

todays music: Porcupine tree - Stop Swimming
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# posted by The Prisoner | 9:44 AM |

Y'know i'm born to lose, and gamblings for fools, but thats the way i like it baby i dont wanna live for eva.....and don't forget the joker!.........Daddy.......Do you call me daddy cos im old? do you call me baby cos im young? and i could be the one, who gets to take you home. Honey.....do you call me honey cos im sweet? sweet like the sugar in my tea, and i take more than three, and thats what makes me sweet. and i would like to say today it would be nice to run away, monday to thursday every week, we can see what we can be. and you wont serve another drink to lonely men who think they own a piece of you, they snap their fingers, tell you what to do. and they would like to take you home, well i guess their not alone.....................This aint murdermile its just the way i smile. Kiss all your fingers, whats that for? You'll never get to heaven with your shirt all torn..........Not a prisoner, i'm a free man, and my blood is my own now, dont care where the past was, i know where i'm going!......On Iron Horse he flies, on iron horse he'd gladly die.....Change, everything you are and everything you were, youre number has been called, fights battles have begun revenge will surely come, your hard times are ahead.......We're all living in amerika, amerika ist wunderbar......FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YA TELL ME......Sandy why can't we look the other way?......Where's my Elvis?.....Don't try rules cos they do not apply.....She got me with a suckerpunch.....
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