Full day on Frankenstein's Cat at The Sound Company. 3 episodes. Very happy crew on this job, and a very nice project. The scripts are genuinely funny and warm. I was tired all day, thanks to being out last night at a friend's house, where we held a seance (I kid you not). We apparently contacted a lady called Zena Mackenzie who was a Greek dancer, a previous occupant of the house, who proceeded to dance the glass around the table for our amusement and consistently spelled things wrong for fun. If this was all true, it was a a remarkable evening. Even if it wasn't, it was fun. It did mean I was falling asleep for much of the session. The air in the booth, with five people all talking and laughing, rapidly gets short of oxygen. Alex, who plays Lottie in the series, was also falling asleep. Awful feeling. At 2pm I was off to another studio, Aquarium, to do a pilot for a series called Pocket Warriors. This is for Millimages, a company who have been one of my main employers for over a decade. Good fun, did three characters. Back to Frankenstein's Cat at 4pm.
Jimmy Hibbert, with whom I've worked on a few things now (he also writes scripts for cartoons, including The Secret Show) came to work with a slip written the previous night in an obviously drunken state on Groucho Club paper, excusing him from being funny after about 11.30. It was signed by Tony Collingwood and Rob Rackstraw. An evening I wish I'd been at, but the seance was entertaining enough.
Theresa, an actress in Frankenstein's Cat mentioned that she had to go during the day for a recall for a new series of Pinky and Perky. The thing about hearing things like this, even about people you like, is that you immediately think 'recall? Why wasn't I seen for that?' Which were my words to Theresa almost exactly. Apparently they initially wanted comedians or actors and didn't look for voice artistes. Maybe that explains it, or maybe not.
Talking of losing work; I'm still smarting from extracting myself from the Magic Roundabout. I had the part of Zebedee for over a year before the series starting recording, and the week before the first record, I discovered something that made me a little angry. I won't go into details here, it's all been smoothed over and it would be indiscreete to reveal any more, but suffice to say I went off the rails and pulled my services. Despite my getting into a bit of a tizz over it and trying to retrieve the situation, I'd lost the gig. Ouch. It still hurts. Stuff happens.
Long day again tomorrow. Several jobs, and a 9 o'clock start in Soho, so I'm off to bed at 10 or something ridiculous.
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