I can be a cheeky sod sometimes. Yesterday we were down in Woolwich, filming. I'm very pleased to report that the short we're making for lifeline is going really well. Shooting started yesterday, and it was my first time working with a proper, professional actor. It felt so cool to hear him speak lines I had written.
One of the locations we wanted to use was General Gordon Square - a large public square near the famous market. We were just setting up to shoot, deciding on the specifics etc, when one of the community wardens came over. She asked us what we were doing, so we told her. She then asked whether we had permission to film. We didn't, so everyone then began to pack up and start looking for somewhere else.
I, however, had an idea: I decided to try to play the cripple card. I wheeled up to the warden and typed into my Ipad how I wanted to make a film for my mum, and about how it was important we did it there. The warden was, however, having none of it; she gave me one of those Saccharin, patronising smiles I usually loathe, and totally ignored me.
I suppose you could say it was highly hypocritical for me to do that. After all, I often rail against being infantilised, so perhaps for me to invite it in such a way was a bit rich. It seemed worth a try, though - one must surely use all the weapons available to you. If she had bought it and let us stay and film, it would have got us out of a bind. By that point, though, the guys were already packing up ready to move on, so I leet it drop. As I see it, though, there must be some advantages of looking like me.