Today I was seconded for a little jaunt up to Norfolk (or thereabouts at least) to film an interview with this guy for a BBC Worldwide thing. (Yes, that's pretty much all I knew/know)
All went pretty well, (his name's Richard West btw), the stuff, looks good, sounds good, or at least it did when I shot it, Tom (prod.) got everything he wanted, all cheers....
The guy has a Williams F1 car in is garage!
Basically, we were talking about teamwork in F1, he's worked for McClaren, Ferrari and Williams and now does management consulting.
The guy has a Williams F1 car in is garage!
so got back to the office at a reasonable time, I checked in with the production I'm actually on, then got out early so that I could get home to see Megs and give her, her present and card (as it's her 10th birthday), got a train that was a whole hour earlier than I usually get...what time to I get in??
Yes that's right, the SAME COCKING TIME AS USUAL!!!
The trains are a joke, a big shite joke and I hate them, I pay getting on for 4 pissing grand a year to ride the damn things and they can't even timetable them properly or get them to run to the damn timetables, I was late this morning and I was late this evening.
Bastards.
Still I touched a real F1 car in someone's garage today. :D
cool this blog sounds like a good diary :)
Pensativo said...
11:41 am, December 23, 2007