I’m away in Great Yarmouth for our 3rd year film project. We’re lucky enough to film at the Hippodrome, an old circus building by the sea. It’s a beautiful building but it has a certain polar quality! It is very, very cold in here, to the extent of many layers & mittens indoors. Before filming anything there is the unhappy prospect of changing into costume. The last thing I want to do is take off layers!
We’re filming duologues from existing plays & films & linking them all together as an open audition for a new drama called Suburban Gothic. On Day 1 we filmed auditions in the circus ring. I was doing a monologue from ‘Trainspotting’ the play. Today I’m filming a duologue from ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’. It was meant to happen at 12.30 yesterday & then got moved four times to the end of the day & then to today so I couldn’t get the train home I booked last night…:( That was crap because we’re not staying near our film location, we’re in Lowestoft, about 20 mins drive away. It’s the home of the UK’s most easterly point (I believe there’s a plaque or something to prove it, though I haven’t had the chance to have a little nose about) & a rather tasty Chinese takeaway that did me a nice veggie curry, but nothing else other than frostbite. I’ve been spooning in a bed with my friend, wearing serious layers & my little red beret. We just can’t warm up, any of us!
I’ve had a wander down the beach twice, once with stromy grey clouds, the other with a pretty blue sky where you could see the wind farm not too far out in the water. The piers have been renamed “jettymarrans” & we’ll be damned if nobody wins those teddy-grabbing-claw arcade games!
