October 11th 2019.
I took a day off today, which allowed me to sleep to the point where I only had 90 minutes LESS sleep than average (but still more than I’d gotten in the past 3 or 4 or 5 days). And for all of that, I only went to one premiere, choosing instead to waste (I mean ‘spend’) a few hours of time taking a photo of a single star getting out of, and returning back to, his van; and seeing the worst of humanity on display. Again.
Here’s how it went down.
… and that was more or less that. Waterlogged, tired and hungry, I made it back to the station just in time for it to be evacuated for some reason, getting home probably half an hour later than I wanted, far too tired to care.
Not every day is like this, thankfully.
Meanwhile, earlier that day, in an exercise of time-wasted pointlessness….
About two hours later, Robert De Niro re-emerged, and signed for nobody as he re-entered the van. He’ll be back on Sunday, along with Martin Scorsese, and possibly Al Pacino… and you can imagine it will be a pleasant, relaxed affair because autograph dealers will not be banned no matter how badly they behave or how rancid many of them make it for everyone…..
SO… that was that. Two days of BFI London Film Festival to go. Day 11 is set to be small and vey wet, and Day 12 will no doubt see repeats of this kind of behaviour, with the effects multiplied because instead of 2 Oscars worth of talent in one place, there might be up to 4. And I’m sure they’re looking forward to it about as much as I am.
Until next time!
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