Today team 2D hit the studio in Heywood, "the Hollywood of the North, as it's known. We had a full 12 hours of filmic fun, as 2D Joan made her way into the world, bestowing her regal reminiscences upon the world. She talked us through the end of Francoism, sang us some Andrew Lloyd Webber, and even had time to visit a sick child in hospital, Lord love her. Yes it was a day of intense artistry, endless green screening, and a minor mix up with the butties at lunch time, yet somehow we made it through.
Approximately 8 hours in, I remembered how horrible film making really is, how tedious and exhausting and frustrating. You know when the mic pack jammed into your undies is making it impossible to breathe in your frock, and you feel like you've been stood about since the dawn of time repeating the same (increasingly meaningless) words ad infinitum? Thankfully I had a very cheery team, and with the help of Bren's pep talks, and Grace's circular breathing techniques, we actually made it out of the studio alive.
Highlight of the day? Perhaps it was working a can of Fanta into a scene in a very French and Saunders manner? Or maybe signing 2D Joan's name next to Cristiano Ronaldo on the celeb autograph wall? But probably it was the moment my sister fell asleep during her scene in the hospital bed and woke herself up snoring. That was encouraging.