This post comes with sad news for all those involved in our film at the weekend. The film involved a take on the game ‘Consequences‘ or the more favourable name in my mind, ‘Eat Poop You Cat’. Liam and I went out into London and had members of the public write a line of our story for us. Each storyteller would not be allowed to see the previous storytellers’ lines, creating a beautiful, yet random story.
Unfortunately the story was just too ridiculous to use and didn’t make any sense, so we have made a new film which will be released here soon. As a thanks for all those involved however, here is how the story went…
A couple were standing in Soho Square contemplating what to write when the phone rang,
it was the man from the shop
who bought the guitar.
When he started strumming it he realised he had bought a piano by mistake,
this brought back disturbing memories of his 5 year love affair with a Bosendorfer Imperial grand piano in a Parisian suburb.
Memories; a bitter pill for many people to swallow, memories of a shower cubicle in the peak district,
my foot still in a plastic bag in the vein hope trhat one day it would be slim enough to fit into
the box that was filled with frying pans in a somehow popular underground ‘mudpile’, a term used to describe
a popular breeding program in Kazakstan
often attended by Capello and the rest of the England team who have agreed to mate with the locals to improve the state of football.
My monkey went to the shop and got run over.
After, I said to the monkey you don’t like strawberry do you?
We like melon and anyway, we would rather find somewhere to play the blues. And this guitar kills facists!
I hope you can all see how difficult it was to make a film out of that story. Many thanks to all those kind enough to humor two unshaven men with a camera and an odd request. The film we entered into the competition will be posted up as soon as possible. It is called ‘Luck in an Elevator’.