First Person Walking In Picking a Spoon
Actually, my fist continental trips weren’t to Spain, I was
going to Belgium before that, for Window lighting change
Bike Rallies just
outside Ostend.
And um, that used to land up to be quite an experience
because Belgium has some amazing Scroll down Cuckoo Clock, Granddad
mouth moving
beers, Not that I’m and alcoholic or anything- Only on
Fridays!
Not going out tonight, Going out tomorrow. Shelf with Bottles on, one on side
rolling
We were stopping in a hotel in Belgium, In Ostend once, my
mates and myself went over on our motorbikes. Map (Moving Map Pin)
Got absolutely- Drunk in Ostend one night, and landed up god
knows what time, 2 o’clock in the morning Plugs getting unplugged, spiralling
as if drunk
at one of those
caravan’s that do burgers and stuff like that. Follow tick off
clock, one of the numbers
as a burger
And it was before the euro, That’s how long ago it was, It
was before the euro and I’d got my Belgium money mixed up with my English money
and my French money. Money rolling from
different desk angles,
crashing in middle
And um, I was trying to pay for this burger and it was six
steps backwards, three to the side, two forward, one to that side. Pan of jars with cogs etc,
camera “drunk”, jars jumping in accordance to words
And in the end, the fella in the burger van got so fed up
with me trying to pay him in an assortment of money, he gave me the burger and
told me to Pan of different tools, ending in multi coloured screwdrivers going
from red to green
bugger off in Belgian. Close up of hammer
I got back to the hotel with this burger, covered in chilli
sauce or whatever it was.
And I fell asleep, Must have fallen asleep on my bed and I
woke up the next morning with this burger stuck to the side of my face. Pot of pens spill and roll on
“fell asleep”
And when I went to the bathroom for a wash, I could see this
tomato sauce all down the side of my face,
And I looked in the mirror and I thought Oil can dripping, watch drip
and then puddle of oil like mirror
“Oh my god what on Earth in my pillow going to look like” Clock Grandad
And I went back to my bed and looked at my pillow and it was
covered in sauce. Scroll down apron covered in paint
I went down for breakfast, The landlady, She’s British The
lady who owned the hotel at the time,
A West Indian Lady from Manchester moved to Belgium, She
married a Belgium man and bought this hotel. Pan through magnets depicting
destinations
So I go downstairs to breakfast and I’m sat there with my
head in my hands, all I wanted was an Orange Juice or some coffee- can’t face
anything to eat. Steeped photo frame, scroll down like
stairs, plate with
biscuits on table
And uh, she said “aw, you look a little rough” Statue of liberty
magnet close up
And I said “Why you’re still speaking to me I have a little
confession to make” I said “I made a little mess in the bed, I’ll pay for the
laundry”
She looked at me, Statue of liberty
magnet close up
I said “no! no! no!
not that sort of a mess!” Clock Grandad
I said “I just have burger sauce all over my pillow” Kitchen roll frantic
She said “Oh no don’t worry about that”
She thought I’d had an accident in bed… Clock Grandad
retracting
Below are my Workshop plans with the key items highlighted
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