There's a fly in my soup

Last Post

I’m very sorry to say that this is my last post.

Despite having thoroughly enjoyed my time writing my daily entries, I’ve also come to realise how much time I spend on them when I could be spending it with my family. So I’ve decided to stop.

Many thanks to all who’ve contributed over the months (especially the regulars); I’ve enjoyed every one of your comments enormously.

Happy Christmas,

Willoughby.

Do we all deserve the right to eat junk?

I was chatting the other day about the impending ban on junk food advertising and I was inspired to spend an hour in photoshop creating the picture below.

On one hand the image is ridiculous, but then on the other, I can't help thinking 'Is it really?' In the seventies, putting a similar warning on a packet of cigarettes would have probably evoked the same response.

I'm it.

It appears the lovely Lazbash has tagged me (who had been previously tagged by the equally lovely onewomanrunning, who had… oh you get the picture).

This means I now have to tell you five things about myself that you wouldn’t know about me, then I have to tag five new people. So here goes;

I have a degree in hotel management.
I am a completely shocking hotel manager.
I love complicated Second World War board games (oh yes, I am a closet geek).
I'm no longer "enjoying a glut of scripts with naked women in". They have been replaced with automobiles (who pay a lot better).

There’s a fly in my soup will be closing its doors for the foreseeable future this Friday.

So my tags are…

Scamp because he’s responsible for inspiring me to start a blog in the first place.
Gary Wood because he’s the other very funny half of William Deed who Lazbash got to first (I hope you don’t mind me saying that William, or Gary).
The Viral Video chart because I'm intruiged at whether it's possible.
Good Lieutenant at Mein Blogovault because it was the first random blog page that came to me when I hit the next blog page (and he sounds a bit scary).
And lastly, the gorgeous Onewomanrunning just because I’m interested to see what happens if you turn the tagging beast back on itself.

I bet James Herriott never had one of these.

I found this whilst on a location scout of a vetinary clinic in Romania. Apparently Romanian cows have exceptionally large vaginas.

The reference footage for treatment No.2

Treatment No2.

The following is from a treatment for a mobile phone manufacturer.

"The choice of pornography genre is also crucial in making it feel right. It’s absolutely imperative that it’s iconic and instantly recognisable. 80’s porn is perfect for this. It isn’t as overcooked as the seventies and has the happy side effect of actually being naturally quite funny without ever meaning to (see reference clips)."

It's the Friday Dilemma!

I forgot about the Friday Dilemma yesterday when I declared that the next few posts would be treatment excerpts... so more treatments on Monday.

Would you be willing to go to a slaughter house to kill a cow? What if otherwise you'd go hungry? What if otherwise you'd starve? What if otherwise your kids would starve?

The following is a pre-recorded message.

My posts for the next few days will be carefully selected sections of previously written script treatments (although for confidentiality reasons, all sections will be clear from any reference to either brand or script idea).

The following is from a treatment for a ‘canned good product’ (oh, the glamour).

“There was a boy at my school called Mark Kennedy. On one memorable occasion we included him in a race from the science lab to the common room, the coveted prize of a packet of beef crisps (that’s chips to you) going to the first boy who threw himself through the common room’s heavy swing door. I’m not sure what was more of a surprise for poor Mark; the fact that he’d been invited in the first place, the fact that his normally more athletic contemporaries appeared to be on less than full form, or the fact that the common room door had been locked since morning. Whatever, he collided with the unyielding solid oak structure with enough force to knock him clean unconscious, the crack as his head hit the concrete floor being only marginally less impressive than the original more ‘woody’ impact.

Naturally, it was very funny indeed. The image is still with me today, Mark lying prone on the floor surrounded by a small crowd of children right on the edge of wetting themselves from laughter. I’m even sure that Mark would have seen the funny side had he not been so quickly carted off to casualty.”

It's the Wednesday question!

Ok, ok, it was 'The Friday moral dilemma!' only days ago, but I'm very tired and these are easy.

So...

When you are given a compliment, do you usually acknowledge it or suggest that you really don't deserve it?

When fancy dress crosses the line...

Just when I thought it was impossible to stoop lower than yesterdays post, this image appeared in my inbox.

Free publicity for the Marriott hotel in Bucharest!

Oh dear, I appear to have resorted to posting amusing foreign signage. It's a slippery slope from here, vegtables that look like private parts are only just around the corner.

My Beautiful Country.

The next spot I'm shooting features scenes of industrial decay on a grand scale. When we were discussing potential locations I remembered Romania as a country that does this type of stuff extraordinarily well.

Here are just a few of my facvourite photos...