We went out and got very, very drunk again last night. At one point, Tom was standing on a table, rubbing his nipples and shouting:
"Ooh, it’s like Braille for lucky people!"TOM
We were asked to leave after that – then made to leave shortly after that. We came back here with some cheap wine. Tom had left before I’d woken up. Yeah.
Well then. Back to work.
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I’ve got a meeting later with my project tutor, Stu. It’s good being one of his favourites but if he shows me his own final year film again from when he was at uni...well, I may actually tell him what I think of it. The one thing that I do l respect about him is he’s never been out of education: Degree. Then Masters. Now a PhD. Granted, it’s clearly what makes him such a tool. But he’s said himself that there’s not a lot out there for him. In my first year I thought this was just because Stu was crap. But I’m beginning to ask myself if there’s any point (and I don’t just mean doing a media degree).
Rant over.
A while ago, Tom set up a hidden camera in Stu’s office for his own final year film – a portrait of a university lecturer. Stu still hasn’t found the camera. If he does, let’s just hope he also finds it funny! A few weeks ago, Tom even told Stu about the camera - but then pretended he was joking. Stu laughed it off and said we’d have to get up pretty early to catch him out. But every now and then in all our covert footage, Tom’s caught Stu worriedly waving or giving a thumbs-up to where he thinks a camera might be. Just in case. We’ve also caught him doing other things on camera too. But I won’t go into that here.
But Stu’s still taking interest in my film. He doesn’t seem bothered that Nigel’s gone missing – that I should just turn it into a cliff-hanger ending.
“Audiences love cliffhangers. People just enjoy a good dangle! ”STU
No they don’t. Audiences love answers and preferably a happy ending. (My Dad can’t even stand two-parters. He needs to go to bed knowing that all the murders have been solved and any tagged on crappy romantic sub-plots get a little bit of closure each week. That way he can go to work and happily moan about how predictable TV has become) Mind you, I just read that people think that crisps count as one of your five-a-day portions of fruit and veg because they’re made of potato...
Sorry. Rant now actually over.
I’m going to give the Police one more try on my way into Uni and then I’m going to give up on them. The registration plate on the van that took Nigel apparently belongs to a crappy brown Volvo that’s been off the road for three years. You’d think that that in itself would be suspicious... but no. I never even found out Nigel’s surname. Everyone knows who he is... was...IS... But no one seems to know where he went once he left the park every day. I suppose that once he took that sandwich-board off he looked like everyone else. Normal. But why that park? Why was he doing it all? He never once gave me a straight answer about anything. I’m going to keep working on the footage though. He might have been drunk and mental but he still seemed like a sweet old man. And at least he could handle his drink.
After going to the Police and my meeting with Stu I’ve got to see Tom at the union. We’ve got a few things to talk about. Perhaps Nigel had the right idea. At least about the drinking.
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