Clusterpants / Ivor Cutlery
Need to stop stuffing my face with chocolate. I have loads of chocolate, a box full of Cadbury’s Clusters to be precise, and why? Well they were a ‘gift’. I was recently cast as a walk on in the new Clusters chocolate commercial, which should be airing sometime in May. It was a lot of fun to shoot, though the days were long and the trousers I was wearing, ladies drainpipes, were incredibly tight and lacked in the gusset department. I won’t say more, just wait and see if you can spot me when it airs.
The video I did late last year for the BBC2 show “The Speaker” is now online (see last post). It comes off pretty well I think, they only asked a fews questions and I waffled on loads.
I’m excited about May. There’s a Doctor Who mini convention happening at Fab Cafe and I’ve been offered the chance to interview Fraser Hines, who played Jamie back in the 1960’s opposite Patrick Troughton’s second doctor, well good. Aside from that my diaries looking a bit sparce for gigs in the coming months, need to sort that out.
I have a confession concerning a spoon. Not just any old spoon though, let me explain.
There’s a particulaly patterned knife and fork I own that I’ve had ever since I moved out to live on my own, with little inverted ‘C’s running down the handles. From halls of residence, to student housing, living alone, shared housing, and now being part a “couply settle down” thing, these utensils have remained constant, small but comforting element in my life.
At a gig last week where a meal was laid on, half way through munching on a spud I noticed the spoon at my setting was of the same design. Moreover on checking the layout of the other seven settings, mine was the only spoon of that particular design. I thought about the knife and fork at home and how good the spoon would look next to it. A full set, as it were.
I felt strangely compelled to take the spoon. I didn’t feel like I was doing wrong, even though I know it was theft. It passed through my mind to approach the event organiser, who had hired in caterers and ask if I could purchase the spoon, but with the best will in the world how could I even begin to have that conversation without coming across as having severe behavioural issues, not to mention an odd cutlery fetish.
What would Doctor Who do? I thought seeking guidence. He wouldn’t have any truck with my musings of theft, I could almost hear him (Davison’s voice, not Tennant) pointing out that the size of object is immaterial to the principal of the act, which is true, but then it occured to me he stole his TARDIS from the timelords.
I took the spoon, and that was the end of it.
One week later on the set of the clusters advert, in the cutlery bin of the catering tent, sitting alone among all the forks, was a salad fork of the exact same design. All alone… It was too much.