The honeymoon is over: it was raining at call and it never stopped till we wrapped. But our little Sphincter Unit toiled bravely on dressed in a stunning variety of North Face and Helly Hansen gear that would be equally at home on the Western Cwm in a May blizzard. Our actors, it must be said, were dressed for show rather than warmth and full marks must go to Chad who bravely stood outside dressed in a body-hugging number which perfectly matched his Sea Doo and was designed for a warm summer day with a light breeze coming in from Catalina. Yessir film making is REALLY glamorous!
And while we’re talking sartorial – trivia hounds will notice that the tour jacket Buss was wearing today was from a Mojo Wurken tour. (Umlaut over the u please). And that of course used to be my stage name. The real meat of this observation is less narcissistic than you might imagine. In this litigious age it is so difficult to get permission to use people’s names that one has to invent fictitious bands to save endless hours of fruitless phone calls. Hence the plug for my old band is less a self congratulatory slap on the back than a labour saving device to create a kind of imaginary realism that puts 2gether…er um…together.
Spot the rug – I go through wardrobe to get into character for my cameo
appearance as Bif Rydberg – the director of the Sea-Doo commercial