It's the week of the Fresh Expressions expo... I am finishing up at Langley Park and moving on. A few of the gang are with me, including Greg Smith, a fine-looking man now slowly going to seed (I reflect, somewhat sadly.) I remember posing moodily on a shop-fronted square, the place where new students gather. My attitude piques the interest of one or two others... including Valerie Davis. As we sit on a bench discussing the changing demographics of Britain, young Muslims drive past, saluting aggressively.
Later I get talking with a provocatively-dressed fat girl, a Pole or Ukranian. Her, a friend, another man, my father and I squeeze into a minibus to shoot a scene for my film... A large blue craft (a spinning diamond, organic in appearance) rises from the ground and spins in the sky above our heads.
'That's the shot I want for the trailer!' I shout, feeling excited and scared at the same time.
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