Don’t Forget Your Toothbrush
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Cat sitting. Traditional for spring. It means I get to move home for a week, where there’s space to sit in the garden, more TV channels that you can watch in a lifetime, and a well stocked kitchen. And a cat, obviously. There’s also a loft full of my old belongings. All the things that won’t fit into my flat.
Actually, a lot of it is rubbish. Probably. Maybe, only it’s difficult to tell. I went up there this afternoon, having already rifled through a cupboard full of old videos and rewatching five episodes of the Mary Whitehouse Experience, and emptied some boxes across the boarding.
So, three undeveloped rolls of film, one still in an old old camera. Two penknives. Some walkie-talkies the size of baguettes and several folders full of old coursework.
That coursework included a batch of photos I’d completely forgotten about. Black and white ten-by-eights taken during rehearsals for Don’t Forget Your Toothbrush for a project about people in their workplaces. The negatives were in another box, slipped inside a folder and ripe for scanning. The results are online here.
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May 30th, 2004 at 11:35 pm
Nice to see them pictures. Memories of the genius that was (and no doubt still is) Chris Evans.