It's 4am in the morning, I have a 4 month old daughter waiting at home but here I am dancing to tainted Love, skulling shots of sambuca, and pulling off dance manouevres the 18 year old Eddy holmes would indeed be proud of. How time flies. It's been 20 years since we've all left school and gone on to bigger and better things. Take Shaun Chambers for example, He's a garbo making 2 grand a week, "best fucking thing I've ever done mate", even if he did find a dead body on one of his runs last year. It was great talking to Barry Cheung who used to used to dress up in Ninja outfits and stand quietly in our rooms without us knowing about it. When quizzed on how many times he did it to me he said he can't remember but probably a couple.
Oh how we reminisced. Brett Humphreys remembered the time the bong fell out of the fireplace when the housemaster walked in. "No sir we have no idea why an orchy bottle would have a piece of rubber hanging out of it sir". Miles Mason incurred the wrath of all the boarders when he said the food wasn't that bad at school.
I had a great argument with right winger farmers party man Ronny Mccalman about how brilliant the iraqi invasion was. Bec Bosley was in great form, 4 children down and dressed to make number 5.
Great to talk to Rob oakeshott, now a state MP, he remembered how he starred nude in a short film 19 years before the invention of youtube. He enjoyed the front page headline in his electorate when someone discovered it last week.
Then there was Brett Jackson veteran of 10,000 great nights out still burning up the dance floor. Boo Ross bitching about her husbands bicycle obsession, Mark Lacey about how your sexlife dries up once you have kids and then it all fades into a blur as dancing queen comes in. It is the truly bizarre to enter a room of people you knew really well 20 years ago. Wouldn't have missed it for quids and had a ball catching up with everyone. Good on you barker 1987!!!
Ever since I started at TEN life has just been one big drama, one big comedy drama I should say. Californication.... a dirty word for some a very funny show for others, and quite a minefield to make trailers for. With the censors over my shoulder we've been churning out promos which have been getting quite a bit of press. In fact the catholics have just started holding candelit vigils outsode channel ten headquarters every time the show airs. What Losers. None of them have even seen the intelligent design of this show but tell that to Father John Fongemie who's leading the spiritual battle for our souls outside. Even Helen Coonans been on the case calling meetings and the CEO has been labelled a pornographer. All quite amusing really. I mean a couple of boobs on the telly at 9.45 at night isn't nearly as bad as a prostitute brutally murdered in the first five minutes of every crime show with the initials CSI SVU NCIS CI. But tell that to catholics.... inquisitions are in boobs are out. Oh well in my opinion the show is nothing more than sex and the city, Big Love, or six feet under and it's nice to have a show that appeals to adult humour. But then I would say that.... I'm making the trailers and the catholics are watching.
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