Why won't anybody go snorkeling with me?

Yesterday was the day I shot my documentary. It's sortof about football fans but sortof not. It's like that poster for (brilliant) defunct tv-show Sports Night; "It's about sorts, the same way Charlie's Angels was about law enforcement". I have had to explain the premise more times than I would have liked and many of these occurred mid-filming when drunk fans took it upon themselves to quiz me on what the hell me and my crew were doing invading their support.

Anyway I'm glad the shoot is over but it does mean I have a solid 5 days of editing the material (of which there is a lot). My year hand-in date is this Friday, 9th May. After that it's back to working as much as I can handle and photoshoots. I'm really looking forward to the photoshoots, I don't get bored of them at all and I plan them a little and the rest I have to just roll with and be creative on the day. It's just the right amount of pressure to be exciting.

I've been shooting rolls of film and digital in equal amounts. Mostly been checking the quality of expire rolls that I have managed to get my hands on.

It's so hot right now. In nine weeks I will be in Frejus with Bauer and Finge and Shoes.

UPDATE: In the space of one day I have been subject to five seperate references to William Shatner. I guess that pop-fact is right; people don't buy the goods unless they have seen the advert seven times. I am desperate to watch old Star Trek episodes (although coming across his great cameo in Airplane II was a highly enjoyable way to take a break from editing today).