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nah we have worked on the private estate were they filmed some of it for years
we put a new boiler in one of the on site props that they rented for some of the builders who were building a mock village and castle front for the film
never saw any one there of significance loads of people wandering around with clip boards
They also built temp stabling there for the horses used in the film
after filming it was all pulled down and another crew turned up for some other production and they built a massive fibre glass model of a bean stalk so I guess they were going to film some version of jack and the bean stalk ??
Also worked on the film set were the BBC were filming some type of ghost story button hall or some thing
miles of cabling around this mansion
special effects people was pretty impressive tbh
the prop was owned by the duchess of roxborough she died and left it to bamber Gascogne who put it into some trust
the place was crammed with old kit books armour naploionic uniforms building had gone to pot as she adopted a make do and mend policy in her later years
it’s all on the web about it if u google it
miles of cabling around this mansion
special effects people was pretty impressive tbh
the prop was owned by the duchess of roxborough she died and left it to bamber Gascogne who put it into some trust
the place was crammed with old kit books armour naploionic uniforms building had gone to pot as she adopted a make do and mend policy in her later years
it’s all on the web about it if u google it
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I was an extra in a German English speaking production set in Thailand and filmed in Hong Kong. Starring Jessica Lau
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It was called last chance love Or For Love.
It was a night club scene. Never been able to find it.
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was it a porn film
No: full of American B listers. It was fun
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I was running up the spiral stairs at the bank tube station nearly smashing into Zammo in full flight on the way down.
And I sat opposite the spotty Ginger one on the tube..
And I sat opposite the spotty Ginger one on the tube..
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In my younger days I was a well known & much in demand specialist 'high class decorator' subbie in London.
I could write a book & it would sell well !
One Sat am I pulled up at the address & distinctly remember the big wall with just a small gate. Slightly puzzled that there appeared no other way in I simply went in thru gate.
The chap that gave me the job met me there, showed me what to do & promptly left for the pub where I was to meet him later.
Nice house, big job, a total gut & rebuild, this job is going to cost a lot, even by local standards. It took me about 2hrs to apply the gold leaf, I packed up & joined in the session at the pub.
A few days later, the chap that organised the job burst in to my regular pub & if he'd any chance of getting away with it I'm sure he'd have whacked me. Spitting feathers & well on the path to a full blown heart attack it took me a few mins to calm him down & get any sense out of him.
Apparently, some bloke in white overalls was seen washing out a bucket in the pond of the garden of that big house on the very same day that I was there. This is quite normal behaviour for a building site, nothing unusual there you say, except that £400,000's worth of Koi carp were found floating on top on Monday morning & FREDDIE MERCURY wanted blood.
I never knew it was his house. It wasn't me, it turned out to be the tiler & I have no idea if he ever paid up.
Freddie loved that house & I'm told that each & every fish had a name. He can often be seen in documentaries being interviewed sitting just to the right of my gold leaf . . . .
You cannot make this **** up, no one has such an imagination. I have very many more . . .
I could write a book & it would sell well !
One Sat am I pulled up at the address & distinctly remember the big wall with just a small gate. Slightly puzzled that there appeared no other way in I simply went in thru gate.
The chap that gave me the job met me there, showed me what to do & promptly left for the pub where I was to meet him later.
Nice house, big job, a total gut & rebuild, this job is going to cost a lot, even by local standards. It took me about 2hrs to apply the gold leaf, I packed up & joined in the session at the pub.
A few days later, the chap that organised the job burst in to my regular pub & if he'd any chance of getting away with it I'm sure he'd have whacked me. Spitting feathers & well on the path to a full blown heart attack it took me a few mins to calm him down & get any sense out of him.
Apparently, some bloke in white overalls was seen washing out a bucket in the pond of the garden of that big house on the very same day that I was there. This is quite normal behaviour for a building site, nothing unusual there you say, except that £400,000's worth of Koi carp were found floating on top on Monday morning & FREDDIE MERCURY wanted blood.
I never knew it was his house. It wasn't me, it turned out to be the tiler & I have no idea if he ever paid up.
Freddie loved that house & I'm told that each & every fish had a name. He can often be seen in documentaries being interviewed sitting just to the right of my gold leaf . . . .
You cannot make this **** up, no one has such an imagination. I have very many more . . .
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Oh go on then, I'll tell you another . . . .
I did a lot of work for George Harrison, starting with a few repaints on some of his many rental properties I ended up doing a lot of work in Friar Park & we got on well, really well. One of the nicest blokes I ever met, a full blown hippy, very intelligent, very creative & if you were in his circle he very much looked after folk.
He also couldn't keep it in his trousers, forget the Marquis of Bath & his assorted 'wifelets', to George it was a fulltime occupation. Most of his rental properties rents were paid in favours . . . .
Part of an even longer story, I decorated the flat that George put Roy Orbison in. This was where I got fully star struck as I was probably the only under 50 in England who knew who he was at that time, my mum being his biggest fan I grew up to his records playing at full volume.
Me & Roy got on like a house on fire, it took me weeks to decorate that tiny flat. He helped me perfect my 'Pretty Woman' growl.
Many years later, my ex missus dad was working on Elvis Costello's ranch nr Ashbourne & Roy was staying as a guest. He just happened to mention that his SiL had these wild stories about his time with Roy in London which was probably all bullshit . . .
My missus was out when the Triumph Bonneville pulled up unannounced at the top of my drive, being a lifelong 'biker' this sort of thing wasn't unusual.
He was on the wagon by then, I wasn't. We spent the afternoon in my local t'pub & even to this day, the barmaid that served him, the bloke he played darts with & many of the ordinary mortals he chatted to refuse to believe that the Roy Orbison entered their little world & left them feeling just that little bit uplifted.
I did a lot of work for George Harrison, starting with a few repaints on some of his many rental properties I ended up doing a lot of work in Friar Park & we got on well, really well. One of the nicest blokes I ever met, a full blown hippy, very intelligent, very creative & if you were in his circle he very much looked after folk.
He also couldn't keep it in his trousers, forget the Marquis of Bath & his assorted 'wifelets', to George it was a fulltime occupation. Most of his rental properties rents were paid in favours . . . .
Part of an even longer story, I decorated the flat that George put Roy Orbison in. This was where I got fully star struck as I was probably the only under 50 in England who knew who he was at that time, my mum being his biggest fan I grew up to his records playing at full volume.
Me & Roy got on like a house on fire, it took me weeks to decorate that tiny flat. He helped me perfect my 'Pretty Woman' growl.
Many years later, my ex missus dad was working on Elvis Costello's ranch nr Ashbourne & Roy was staying as a guest. He just happened to mention that his SiL had these wild stories about his time with Roy in London which was probably all bullshit . . .
My missus was out when the Triumph Bonneville pulled up unannounced at the top of my drive, being a lifelong 'biker' this sort of thing wasn't unusual.
He was on the wagon by then, I wasn't. We spent the afternoon in my local t'pub & even to this day, the barmaid that served him, the bloke he played darts with & many of the ordinary mortals he chatted to refuse to believe that the Roy Orbison entered their little world & left them feeling just that little bit uplifted.
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You lot must have lived boring lives, so boring that maybe you died shortly after childhood & your experiences are mostly post death dreams.
For my 21st birfday a couple of lads I did some work with took me out on the town.
I was not to know, I do not judge. But one of those lads was later to become Steve Strange & he took me out to show me HIS London.
I daren't hazard a guess to how much I spent that night, but it was in excess of £2k. This is the single night out that probably lost my memory of the next 3yrs.
I was sat next to Chrissie Hynde in SoHo's Wag Club & YOUR thoughts of sex with a popstar never crossed my mind. She was happily married to Jim Kerr at the time & that woman, with her immense charisma & personality, drank me under the table.
At the time, Jim Kerr's bestest childhood friend was studying at Nottingham University & they mentioned they liked a night out in Nottingham because no one bothered them.
Nottingham is my home town. The next weekend I picked up & primed my bestest mate to prepare himself to meet rock royalty.
I could write a book about that weekend, but no one would beleive me . . . .
For my 21st birfday a couple of lads I did some work with took me out on the town.
I was not to know, I do not judge. But one of those lads was later to become Steve Strange & he took me out to show me HIS London.
I daren't hazard a guess to how much I spent that night, but it was in excess of £2k. This is the single night out that probably lost my memory of the next 3yrs.
I was sat next to Chrissie Hynde in SoHo's Wag Club & YOUR thoughts of sex with a popstar never crossed my mind. She was happily married to Jim Kerr at the time & that woman, with her immense charisma & personality, drank me under the table.
At the time, Jim Kerr's bestest childhood friend was studying at Nottingham University & they mentioned they liked a night out in Nottingham because no one bothered them.
Nottingham is my home town. The next weekend I picked up & primed my bestest mate to prepare himself to meet rock royalty.
I could write a book about that weekend, but no one would beleive me . . . .
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