Egg on Fan

Chump chump chump. Mhm, what's that I'm eating? Humble pie! Sweet tasting, meek-making, Humble Pie. And why? See I’ve been working on a new effect for quite some time and desperately needed some help. I turned to the internet, and who should I discover to be the world expert in this particular field? None other than Geoffrey Durham. Well, I was still a bit upset over the whole cinema episode, but one of my closest friends had done some work with him, so I thought it was worth a shot. Although he had no idea who I was (I hid my disappointment once again), help me he did. A thirty-five minute phone conversation, a set of printed instructions, and an offer to call anytime I got stuck. Geoffrey Durham turns out to be a rather wonderful human being after all. Maybe this was one of my rare mistakes. Wait, all I'm saying is, it's possible. Let's look at it again. He had just come out of the cinema. Maybe he hadn't just seen Shrek 3. The last film I saw was The Lives of Others (not be confused with The Lives of Otters) and I came out weeping like a baby. I can understand you wouldn't be up for a chinwag there. Also, I was quite shocked to see him, so perhaps, I could have been a bit politer. Or, in fact, polite. I tend to lose my social skills when I'm startled, just call me up at 7am and see for yourself. And finally, I am part of the last generation on the cusp of reality, the generation of the analogue to digital switch, I still have one foot in reality, but I can't deny I don't have the other in Reality TV. To me, celebrities feel as accessible as late night groceries, I spent more time as a child with the cast of Neighbours than I did with my Grandfather. Sometimes when I see someone famous, I forget that wall of glass and expect a bit of recognition. So as I mop up the gravy of bad grace with the crust of contrition and add the salt of regret to my chips of acknowledgment, I ask Geoffrey, please, accept my apolocheese.