Bodily organs and old furniture welcome
As per the post above, part of the reason we are going to France is to meet potential funders for our film. (The other reason is to see the best short films in the world and see how it's done, of course)

It struck me that I should probably set up a PayPal account in the unlikely case that any well meaning readers might want to pop a couple of dollars / euros / pounds / yen / bananas into the kitty and get their first Executive Producer credit on a short film.
This might sound cheeky, but, I assure this is not a request for money. People have tried giving me the stuff in the past and it's been turned away. However, I wouldn't turn it away for this. So if the urge grabs you, click on the link in the sidebar.
The next step will be that your name goes on a list and we'll give you an Executive Producer credit on the film.
In the meantime I'm going to get in touch with my clairvoyant, look up the long gone Norris McWhirter and find out what the world record is for the most execs credited on a movie and aim to beat it.
So much stuff makes sense when you're drunk. I doubt this post will make it past lunchtime tomorrow when I wake up and read it back. Until then...

It struck me that I should probably set up a PayPal account in the unlikely case that any well meaning readers might want to pop a couple of dollars / euros / pounds / yen / bananas into the kitty and get their first Executive Producer credit on a short film.
This might sound cheeky, but, I assure this is not a request for money. People have tried giving me the stuff in the past and it's been turned away. However, I wouldn't turn it away for this. So if the urge grabs you, click on the link in the sidebar.
The next step will be that your name goes on a list and we'll give you an Executive Producer credit on the film.
In the meantime I'm going to get in touch with my clairvoyant, look up the long gone Norris McWhirter and find out what the world record is for the most execs credited on a movie and aim to beat it.
So much stuff makes sense when you're drunk. I doubt this post will make it past lunchtime tomorrow when I wake up and read it back. Until then...


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