Holy Bad Timing 2 - this time, it's personable...

Having turned down the chance to do a day on the new Batman movie a couple of weeks ago, I thought I'd blown my chances, and then I got another call late last week. Could I make it to a fitting the next day, and three days filming next week? I checked my diary for the next day - like I didn't already know I was free - and confirmed I could make the fitting. Then I asked which three days the shoot was. You're ahead of me now, right? Of course, one of the days is when I've agreed to do this TV shoot, so I had to turn down three days on Batman.

I really hope the TV job doesn't get cancelled.

It's the first time I've had a scheduling conflict, and I feel bad about it. Of course, the agencies don't mind - I'm sure I'd been forgotten as soon as the phone went down and they moved on to the next of the 3500 people on their books - but I hate saying no to anything.

Garcon?

Ages ago I had applied for an extras job which asked for men with longish hair (the hair! the hair!), and not heard anything back. Until yesterday. A new agency has booked me for a TV shoot next week set in the summer of 1976, and has cast me as a waiter. After doing the last three or four jobs surrounded by hundreds of other extras, this one will only involve three of us, and sounds like it will be a busy day. I'll let you know.

Holy Bad Timing...

Nothing doing on the extras front since poor old Abe got shot, apart from another period drama that I was penciled in for and never heard back. I'd kind of resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn't be doing any more before I went away (have I mentioned that yet? no? ah...*) And then today I got a call from the agency asking if I was available to do the new Batman movie. At Pinewood. Tomorrow.

For once I had to say no, because I had proper work to do, and I also have a gig with my covers band in the evening. But it still felt bad to say no.

*At the end of November, myself and my wife are going off travelling for four months. No trekking across treacherous mountains, or kayaking down South American rivers. Just driving around Australia and New Zealand, visiting friends and avoiding winter in the UK. No, don't feel bad for us, we'll be terribly homesick for wind, rain and snow - and we will miss all that festive business...shame!

There you are!

We went to see The Bourne Ultimatum, mainly because it had lots of good reviews and I'd loved the first two Bourne films, but also because I might see myself on the big screen. There's no need to be cagey about it, is there?

The big scene in Waterloo Station comes about 15 minutes into the film (don't worry if you've not seen it, no spoilers I promise!) and I reckon they used about 15 seconds of the stuff they shot over the two days I was on set. My wife reckons she saw my coat, but I missed it, having become so engrossed in the movie, I'd just about forgotten that I was in it.

It's an excellent film, and I urge you to go and see it. And watch out for a green coat, bottom left as Bourne runs away from the station...