Wednesday, 14 October 2020

The troubles of making the extended scenes for Hated Guests

The new scenes for Hated Guest 3rd cut are all filmed.  Almost two hours worth of footage - though it will be a lot less once I have whittled it down.
  In the process of editing the footage right now - chroma keying all that green away and placing the characters back into the Haunted Mansion House of Edmund Gore!
  But darn me!  Was it ever a difficult shoot!  
  Haha!
  I have been meaning to expand the Hated Guests for years - and once I had finally written the new scenes I thought to myself, like the narrator in the movie: 'Okay!  Let's do this!'
  I set up the green screen - fixed the camera ready for action...
  ...And then everything that could go wrong went wrong!
  SD card I was using got corrupted.  People across the road started to hold a party - I actually picked up their loud and liquored voices!  
  Then I had to go back to work, and then i was too tired to do anything.  
  Then when I was on a roll the camera battery went flat and that was the end of that!
  Ahh the joys of making indie movies!
  But I got it done eventually.
  All scenes shot.
  That's the most important thing.
  When will the final product be finished?  Goodness knows - but for now it is time to have a drink!
  Because ​there is nothing better than feeling that burning wrathful river flowing down the throat!




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Thursday, 8 October 2020

Hated Guests - EXTENDED CUT (Presently in the works...)

 It has been a few years since I released my short movie, the Hated Guests.  You may have noticed the title of the movie also included a little appendage - FIRST CUT.
That's because I always intended to go back to this movie and add additional scenes.
  It was always part of the plan to grow the Hated Guests.
  I had written and filmed as much as was I could back in the day - other commitments pulled me away.
  But I always felt, no, KNEW, that the story of the Hated Guests was not finished.
  There was still more madness to tell!
  Recently I wrote the final scenes and have actually started to film some of them.
  I have no idea when the project will be finished, I think it would be realistic for me to say it will all be done before this year is over.
  The new scenes are written, I just need to film them, and slice them into the movie.
  I am also thinking about renaming the project to - KILLER IN THE HOUSE.
  We shall see.




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Friday, 2 October 2020

Piggy The Dog Posts a Letter

DISCLAIMER:  ALL SPELLING MISTAKES IN THIS STORY ARE INTENTIONAL AND HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THE WRHITER.  THANK YOU.

One day long ago in a place called Flippy Land there lived a little dog called Piggy.
  Piggy was a brave dog, but a poor dog, and walked on two legs.
  One sunny day last year Piggy bought some sausages and shared them with his best friend Pineapple the Squirrel.
  Then one Tuesday Piggy decided he was going to post a letter to Foot Moo the fatty Dairy Cow from up the road.
  It was going to be a long walk!
  But Piggy didn't mind because he was wearing his best blue shoes - they were made of moth wings and flower petals!
  Along the road our boy Piggy met his good friend Mr Prickle the Hedgehog!
  Prickle was out doing his usual thing, sniffing flowers and beating the dust out of his old rug!
  'Fancy doing some fishing Piggy! Prickle asked his old friend.
  'I would love to but I have to post a letter!' said Piggy.
  'O that sounds like fun,' said Mr Prickle.  'Are you sure you have no time to go fishing with me?'
  'Okay I am ready,' said Piggy.  'The letter can wait.  I will go fishing with you.'
  So Piggy and Mr Prickle sat down by the riverside and had a wonderful time.  
  They spent many hours talking about grass and mud.
  They managed to fish three socks, a shoe and four tin cans!
  They really enjoyed themselves!
  Eventually Mr Prickle turned to Piggy and said, 'I like your name!  I am a Pig too.  Just a very sharp one.  I have lots of spikes!  Haha!  It's nice to know you Piggy!'
  'And it's nice to know you too Mr Prickle!'
  They fished some more until the sun started to set.
  'Well I better go and find the letterbox and post that letter,' said Piggy to his hedgehog friend. 
  'I will go with you,' said Mr Prickle.
  They made their way to the letterbox, which they found at the end of Wild Wood Road, and Piggy finally posted the letter.
  'Well that's enough adventures for the day,' said Piggy.
  Mr Prickle heard his friend and completely agreed with him, wagging his old hedgehog head as was his way.
  And so the day ended and the two friends decided to celebrate!
  Mr Prickly decided he was going to wash his face in a puddle of muddy water, which was so much fun for him to do, and Piggy celebrated by sticking his head in the hole of a tree!  After that they lived happily ever after.


THE END 
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This little story was hand written by Piggy - even though he has no hands.  He thanks you for Reading it.
THANK YOU.
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Vendelf tries to take over the universe part 3

Continuation of the story - see below for previous parts 
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Sylor seemed to be a very gentlemanly sort of character.  
  Very polite and wholesome.
  And Vendelf hated him!
  "This must be the most annoying person I have ever met!"
  'Welcome to my house,' said Sylor.  'I hope you like tea because I make a lot of it.  I never drink it but I know my guests love the stuff!'
  'I have no time for this.'
  'Of course you do,' said Sylor.  'We have all the time in the world to enjoy tea and life's other simple pleasures!'
  'There are no simple pleasures in this world, not for me,' said Vendelf.  'For me there is only the cause!'
  'The cause hey?  And what's that?'
  Sylor was visibly confused.
  'Why my plan to take over of course,' said Vendelf.  'I will not rest not until the universe in its entirety has been subjugated by my might.  I would rather die than surrender!'
  'O gosh!  That all sounds very stressful!  Sure I can't tempt you to some tea?'
  'Now look here!' spoke up Vendelf.  'I sought you out for a reason, Sylor.  I have heard word that you are the lord of all evil in this land.  This sounds very good to me.  I think it would be a good idea if you and I joined forces.  We should work together to take over!'
  'Lord of evil eh?' said Sylor.  'No sir.  Not any more.  I have changed since then.  I am a good man these days.  A peaceful man.  I believe that everyone person on the planet should work together in peace and harmony.  Peace and love are the only way!'
  Vendelf heard the man out and was not impressed.
  'Really?  And what would you do if you were to be attacked by a vicious enemy?'
  'There are no vicious enemies,' Sylor replied.  'BUT!  If I am to answer your question, I will say this!  If I was in battle right now I would sing my enemy away with a gentle song.  Yes sir!  That is the way!  I would beat my enemies with a gentle heart!  That is how I would do it!'
  'You are mad!'
  'No sir!  You are mad!'
  Vendelf was at his wits end at tat point.  'You are speaking nonsense man!  If we were to join forces we could take over!'
  'Hush now my friend,' Sylor replied.  'I have no time for such silly nonsense!  Besides, there is far too much tea to drink!'
  'Is that all you do?  Drink tea?'
  'What else is there to do?'
  'Wage wars?  Crush our enemies!  There is a whole universe out there ripe for looting!  We can do this!'
  'Bless my soul!  What silly things you speak about.  Sir!  You need to learn to relax!  Take time out to enjoy yourself!  It's a wonderful world out there, you know, once you get to grips with it.  A world full of wonder and beauty.'
  Vendelf didn't have a lot of patience at the best of times - but this Sylor character had drained his shot-sized cup of goodness.
  He started to chew his beard out of frustration.
  No more of this nonsense!
  He turned and said, 'SO when did the lord of evil turn into the lord of Wet Blankets?'
  'I used to be a very bad person,' Sylor replied.  'But then one day I woke up and saw the sunlight in the trees and heard the birds singing and I knew that there was more this life than conquest and war.  And so I decided to settle down and live the peaceful life of a humble cottager.  I don't live alone.  I keep some animals here at the back.  I can introduce them to you if you like.'
  'Can't do any harm,' Vendelf rumbled.
  Vendelf was feeling very defeated, but he thought he may as well take a look at the animals - after all one of them might be trainable for war...
  His mind was already conceiving a new and terrible plan...
  A plan to take over - using animals!
  At the back of the cottage where Sylor there was a small fenced yard, with a couple of horses and a cow plodding around eating grass.
  They all looked thorough bored!
  'This is Mildrew the cow,' said Sylor.  'She is my best friend.  And over there are my two horses, Midge and Aradas!'
  Out if the two horses Aradas was the most interesting to look at because he was so fat!
  Vendelf had to admit he had never seen a horse before quite so fat as Aradas!
  Where the horse got the all the weight from was a mystery though because there really wasn't all that much grass around to eat in that little piece of yard...
  Aradas wandered up to Vendelf and whispered in the wizards right ear, 'I never used to live here,' he said.  'I used to live on this lovely farm where there was all this lovely wonderful straw to eat.  And then I stumbled into a magical portal while cleaning my owners chimney, and I ended up here in this forsaken place eating nothing but the shortest driest grass.  Please strange sir, save me and I will help you in all that you do!'
  Vendelf looked at the horse up and down and replied, 'Will you help me to take over?'
  Aradas nodded his great horse head.  'Anything to escape this boring place!'
  'Bear with me my beast,' said Vendelf.  'I am already plotting my escape!'
  Sylor wasn't listening to any of this talk.
  he seemed to be caught up in a reverie, and humming a gentle tune to himself.
  Kramb, the centaur ram who was standing near by, listen to Sylor's tune and decided to speak up, 'I know what we should do!' he said.  'Let's all get together and have a sing song!'
  'What a wonderful idea!' said Sylor.  'Let's all hold hands and sing!  Wouldn't that be wonderful!  Let's sing with joy to be alive!'
  Then there was a flash, and then a bang, and then when the smoke lifted Sylor and Kramb had been replaced by a little hill of ash!
  Right in the middle of the smoke there was a great wooden staff floating in the air...
  It was Mildew the magical talking staff!
  'My old staff!' cried Vendelf.  'You have returned to me!'
  'I decided to give you a second chance,' said the hat.  'Pick me up and we will head off!'
  'Please don't leave me here!' Aradas whimpered in the back.
  The great horse was scared that Vendelf was going to leave him alone, destined to spend out his days eating nothing but plain grass.
  'Vendelf opened the gate and let the horse out.  'Don't worry my friend,' said the wizard.  'I need all the help possible if I am to ever take over!'
  Then Vendelf, his staff and the fat horse Aradas jumped through a magical doorway - and and after flying through a corridor of pale blue light they appeared in a brand new world...


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Saturday, 26 September 2020

Hopes for the Future 2021

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Sunday, 20 September 2020

The Slug And The Snail

So there was the snail - old and frail, pulling his heavy old home behind him.
  He looked about as happy as any old fellow could look, when he has to carry his home about with him.
  'I so wish I could break loose of this old shell sometimes and roam about free in the wild!' said the snail.
  'I feel like I have been cursed by this heavy old thing on my back!  Sometimes I feel like I should just lie down and let the Thrush get to work, and bring a swift end to it!'
  But no no...
  He had to go on...
  Slowly does it!
  Onwards and onwards.  
  There was a little green imp sat on the stump of the tree watching the snail go by.
  He had been scurrying around in the tall grasses scavenging for acorns that had fallen from the great big old oak tree, called Shuroomba! nearby.
  He looked at the snail and whistled the old boy over.
  It took five minutes for the snail to get there.
  'You called?' said the snail.
  'Just wondering what you are up to,' said the imp, in his chirpy voice.
  'O me?  Just minding me own business, sir.  Not up too much.  Just going this way and that.  Carrying this big old thing on my back, as always.'
  'That's your home is it?'
  'O yes sir.  I live in this old shell,' said the snail.
  'Won't you invite me in for some tea?'
  'O of course sir,' said the snail.  'Come on in and I will make us something good!'
  And so the imp and the snail went into the shell, and the snail made the imp a fine herb brew.
  'This tastes good,' said the imp, supping at the brew in a cup made of leaves.
  'Well i worked hard in that,' said the snail.
  'You are a hard working fellow for sure!' said the imp.  'You need a break you know?'
  'I would love to have one,' said the snail. 'But it is hard you know?  Carrying my old shell about like I do.' 
  'I feel so sad for you,' said the imp.
  'There is nowhere for me to go, not when you have your old home following behind all the time.  It's a sad business.  There is no adventure for me anymore.'
  'Then get out of the shell,' said the imp.  'Get out and move about freely!  I will stay here and look after the shell for you,' said the imp.  'You go now and take care!  Go on an adventure and enjoy yourself!'
  'I think I will,' said the snail.
  And so the snail left his shell and went slithering away, between the roots and grass. 
  But he was still so slow...
  O so slow.
  'I feel like I always did,' said the snail.  'Only now I feel like I miss my home.'
  'Your a slug!' said said a voice chattering up from the branches of a nearby ash tree.  'A slithering slug!'
  'I suppose I am!' said the snail.  'I am a slow old slug!'
  He stopped to think about it for a while.
  He was missing his home.  
  'I am going to find my shell again!'
  He had made a mistake.
  He was going to turn back.
  And then he was eaten by a blackbird!

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Monday, 14 September 2020

I love my bag!

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Thursday, 10 September 2020

Winter Sleep

 Sometimes it's hard to pour a drop
Just as it can be hard to write a dot...
IN a book without pages,
Like a summertime without the sun - 

A sky without stars...

I can feel it,
When the ink is dry at the core of my soul,
When he canvas is blank, 
And there is no pen at hand,
NO brush,
NO breath - 
NO driving strength.

AN empty cave - that's all.

Take a deep breath, let the rain quench the deserts behind the eyes.
It will happen.
The mountain wall will move-
It will happen.

And you will sing again, as hasty as sparrows nest - 
On the eve if spring.

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