Awoke far too early for a Saturday morning to head down to the West Pier. I’ve been helping some friends film Darkest Day, a Zombie movie.
They put the call out for zombie extras on Facebook, and Saturday morning the horde turned up. Plenty of gore and make-up later, and we had a group of shamblers ready to charge down the beach.
Saturday was one of the few days of the year that the tide goes far enough out to actually expose the west pier, so we ran down there and filmed in what is left of the first section of the pier. It’s not much more than a twisted metal cage now, but still fantastic.
I finally managed to get some friends round and watch the last few episodes of season one of The Wire. What a fantastic show. We showed an awful lot of self control not grabbing season two straight off the shelf and starting it immediately!
It did remind me of what I now know as episode 362 of This American Life, which had one story from The Moth radio show by Richard Price, apparently a writer of The Wire.
It’s a story about a police car which pulls over a black man taking a white child home, and one phrase, “Home boy to base. Home boy to base. We’ve got a black man down” really just suddenly grabbed me when I heard it. I’ve heard this from a recent trailer for a movie…
Now, if I can just figure out which one.
A friend of mine mentioned that he was participating in a charity football match at Preston Park on Sunday. Figured I’d pop down and take some shots on the day. The team didn’t do so well, but it certainly looks like they had fun doing it!
Last weekend Brighton was taken over by drag queens, colour and a festival spirit. Despite the rain which threatened to wash the fun away, Preston Park was packed with thousands dressed in rainbows and crazy outfits.
Myself, I escaped the madness and ate fish and chips at home whilst watching the rain pour down, but not until I had enjoyed the atmosphere and fairground rides!