Fame At Last

My first Mr. Vista episode has been uploaded and you can view it HERE or HERE.

The Mr. Vista blog will also feature on BBC Radio Five Live on Tuesday morning, which makes me super happy as it'll be my episode everyone will log in and see. Ooh, the fame!!!

I like Tim's version of my script even though it's not quite how I envisioned it, and it's strange and equally interesting to see how he interpreted my words. My script is below so you can see for yourself.

FADE IN:

INT. KITCHEN - DAY

Mr. Vista plonks a Tesco’s bag on the counter top, extracts a microwave meal, reads the cover.

POV: “READY IN 2 MINUTES.”

Mr. Vista licks his lips, shoves the meal in the microwave, presses buttons.

INSERT: Progress Bar “2 minutes.”

PING

INSERT: Progress Bar “Done.”

Mr. Vista extracts the meal, sticks his fork in, lifts it out. It’s still a block of ice. Back in it goes, followed by more button pressing.

INSERT: Progress Bar “2 minutes.”

PING

INSERT: Progress Bar “Done...I think?”

Mr. Vista extracts the meal, sticks his fork in again, lifts it out. It’s still a block of ice. Mr. Vista perplexed. Back in it goes, followed by frantic button pressing.

INSERT: Progress Bar “Warp Factor Ten Mr. Sulu.”

PING

INSERT: Progress Bar “It should be done now?”

Mr. Vista extracts the meal. It’s a small charred, smoking lump.

INSERT: Progress Bar “Enjoy!”

I hope the other scripts turn out equally as well.

Birthday

So I've reached the big 40 and to be honest I don't really feel any different, except my taste in presents has turned to shit.

Normally I would know way in advance what I want for my birthday. I usually scour Amazon a month or so before for all the latest DVDs, make a list and remind people about it every couple of days or so. This year I didn't know what I wanted, nor did I have a desire for anything. Strange!

In the end I got very excited about a lawn mower and strimmer my parents bought me, and I am also planning to buy a BBQ with all the lovely cash I was given. I think middle age has hit early.

My party was organised by my lovely wife Susie and was on the theme of TV and movie characters. As you can see I came as Batman, The Dark Knight version.

However, the Batman suit had one problem, it didn't have a pee hole, so to go to the loo I had to almost take the whole thing off. I started drinking pints that night and soon realised a full bladder was going to be a problem. So I started to drink shorts. "Come on, Dom, it's only a quid extra for a double," someone said to me. I don't remember much after that.

A special thanks to Timothy 'Clackers' Clague who was the only blogger and fellow writer who managed to tear themselves away from the normal Saturday night stuff and come help me celebrate my special day. Cheers buddy :-)

Apparently I spent three hours wandering around the house after everyone had gone to bed, mumbling to myself and falling asleep, five minutes at a time, in some very odd places, even lent on the kitchen counter top at one point, so I'm told.

My head hurt really bad the next day. Roll on fifty.

Life Begins At Forty

Does it bollocks!!!!

Photos and birthday party report to follow soon.... I just have to edit the drunken photos of me first. Tough job!!!

I Survived.... Just!

Details to follow soon.

Life Begins

Despite my best efforts, I'm surprised to find I have survived to see my fortieth birthday. No idea what happened there????

Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday Domiwomidoodles,
Happy Birthday to me.

Now pile on the praise and tell me how I don't look forty :-)

And for those of you coming to my party, I'll see you there. And to those who aren't coming... I never liked you anyway.