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Freelance video editor. Nebraskan/East Anglian, so possibly inclined towards flat lands. Once hosted a radio show about cinema, but now mainly take photos using prisms or pinholes. Imagine a lazy Tom Swift. A stones throw from Cambridge.
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Watched Paul Thomas Anderson’s short documentary Junun. One of the many marvellous musical scenes ends with one of cinema’s most nonchalant cats.

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Tape-splice landscapes on 16mm. Clawing a bit of time to work on my own stuff between illness and the innie job next week

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A few years ago my mother bought me a set of tiny David Attenboroughs to be placed in plant pots, and gradually I’ve made a set of small scenarios where the great naturalist discusses the menagerie of plastic beasts I’ve found lost and forgotten.

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I’ve baked some cinnamon rolls that have come out of the oven looking like an array of hats Guy Ritchie would choose for the henchmen in a Sherlock Holmes film.

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'Let's suck in the guts guys, we're the Ghostbusters'

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@annebillson.bsky.social - hello. You were posting about film soundtracks the other day, and it popped into my head this morning that you may like the Lucrecia Dalt soundtracks to 'The Baby' and "The Seed", both of us which are here: lucreciadalt.bandcamp.com. More electronic than orchestra.

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Middle-age couple walking up the hill on the other side of the road. “There’s a chance to see all 7 planets tonight” says the man “They’re aligned….” finishes his wife. As I walk on they stare into the southern sky, pointing out stars. Meanwhile Venus, as loud as disco, shines unseen behind them.

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Something lovely in folding laundry onto the bed where a cat is sleeping, and the cat ignores you. Doesn't even look up. 'it's just the strange tall cat bundling socks together' it thinks, not bothering to open its eyes. 'he'll be gone soon. No danger here'.

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Everybody brought cake. More cake than you can shake a stick at.

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and baking is done - first attempt at an Ukrainian Orange and Poppy Seed cake. Should be baked in a special circular tin, which I do not have. My neighbours are visiting for tea; a surprise for the cats when they wander into my room to find their owners, sitting like parents called into school.

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Another cat post, but it’s lovely how Lucia’s outstretched legs mirror my outstretched legs - like we’re a playing card design. But I best get up and do some work, and some baking, and tidy the garden before the rain arrives; Lucia has no such worries

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Today in cat jealously news…

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Anyway, I watched this for the first time last night, and have been thinking about it on a loop since. The scene where Falk and Cassavetes have a fight, but they’re just rolling around in the road like two boys - both childhood friends and loathing each other as adults - was so good. Just brilliant.

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One thing I’ve not seen mentioned in the Amazon/Bond discourse is how the fan favourites to take on the franchise - Nolan directing, Cavill as 007 - make sexless movies. They’re Action Men without private parts. Bond’s prowling womanising is tiresome, but it is an intrinsic part of his self hatred.

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Now that the sun is out Cinnamon can sit in his preferred place and daydream once again about winning the orange marmalade jersey at the Tour de France.

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Among all the wonderfully illustrated envelopes in the book of Edward Gorey illustrated envelopes, this is my favourite thing - a back of an envelope ink smudge explained away. It’s both the rhythm of it, but also the compact handwriting - like bigger words miniaturised.

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A headache of a working week with patches of colour as Bridget sends me photos of how her early days of quilt making are going. I have dropped subtle hints about desiring a quilted jacket…quilted trousers…a quilted hat for summer cycling.

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Text from my mother, which reads like the first line of a song Bertie Wooster makes up at the piano while Jeeves readies an early evening cocktail.

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"I used to clear that section of the river every two weeks, now nobody does it" to "I've fixed the leak. They put in the wrong pipe - it should have been an elbow, then another elbow, then another elbow". Must he always be near water? Was he once a Merman, who came ashore in order to find work?

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Dealing with a plumber fixing a neighbour's pipes while she is away. He's ex- water company, and drops secrets about where it's possible to still access the river long buried under the town. From water company employee to plumber - like an ex-cop becoming a security guard. A nice rhythm to it.

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and finally, the crash. An army buddy of my father driving, showing off “how to drift”, slipped off the road, and rolled half way down the slope. “We somehow missed every tree”. Both uninjured, but miles to walk in ghost town country. I admire that my father still stopped to take photos.

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Some derelict Kansas wilderness buildings, already ruins when my father took their photo in 1968, more than likely long gone now - until resurrected and rebuilt in a post on a social media account. It isn’t lost on me that my weekends are spent cycling, exploring, and taking photos of abandonment

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