Tonight at 21.00, as a special treat, ITV is broadcasting a modern adaptation of what some may call a classic novel.
Vanity Fair.
And I’m in it.
Well…
When I say I’m in it I mean I was an extra in the film.
I exchanged greetings with Rhys Ifans, watched Jim Broadbent work his way in a most studious manner through the Daily Telegraph – when he wasn’t stomping around in character and shouting “Sirrah” in a manner calculated to startle the horses.
Romola Garai – I saw her too.
And Reese Witherspoon.
But I did much, much, much, much standing around on set in makeup and costume.
Jim Broadbent had the right idea with the Daily Telegraph.
He also had his own chair.
We had to stand around and lean on things.
A bit like I’m doing in the new header of this blog.
Yep, that’s me.
Anyway…
I don’t know if my scenes even made it off the cutting room floor.
I don’t know because I haven’t actually seen the film yet.
I might not even see it tonight, it’s competing with Top Gear Night which may or may not be followed by me grabbing that bottle off the worktop and taking a couple of sandwiches to bed and having an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (or Buffy, the Slayer of Vampyres – as Andrew – one of the cast – would put it).
Woo!
Rock’n’roll!
B.