Day 507: International Experts and Tiny Lipcocks

Aaaaaahhhhh

How delightful is it to come away, well paid, from a job that was so much fun that you'd have done all the bits involved in it for free (in theory at least) in another context, with people you would actively pay to spend time with (no theory about it - I would actually pay).

Venezuela, innit?

We have all come away from that job with badges that say 'EXPERT' - sanctioned by an icon of an establishment. It's happened before, but my glee remains intact. Speaking of glee, my toddler-like reactions to Jack's box of tricks have been duly noted. Toddler-like because nothing needs to change - the same action produces the same reaction time and time again. Not only did he fake vomit a lot (prompting delighted outbursts from me every single time), but he also hit us with some great French tongue-twisters... one about a turkey, one about leeches and one about a shaved uncle. They were our favourites. Every time: he says the words, I giggle and clap, transported into a moment of simple, engrossing delight. Sorted.

Not a lipcock/cockstick

I want to go to the jungle. The fabulous team I had the pleasure of working with over these last few days (including mad-haired sound technician Geoff and documentary-maker Vincent, as well as mighty, mighty fine Barbara King and Jack Rebaldi) have given me ideas about that, and Jack & Barbara have given me some totally excellent information about casting. I am deeply grateful.

Rob sent me this. Ha ha haaaaa. Bumholes and lipcocks. Looks like I've moved up from toddler by about six months. Not more. 

Oh GOD! In looking for pictures for this, I discovered a truly hideous range of lipsticks shaped like bell-ends. I have chose an a much more anodyne picture from the same search term throw-up. (lipcock) If you want to see them, you'll have to google image search them yourself. Not Very Nice, is my verdict.