I’ve just finished my first film maker’s breakfast for the Times BFI 52nd Film Festival and I am currently in the delegate’s centre, checking out the remainder of the festivities. The programme is mindblowing, Premier Pr are probably the most helpful that I have encountered in my voyages in Journo Land, apart from music man Bruce Hay, who is a poppet…
Although the festival closes on the 30th of December, there is still ample opportunity to catch an eyeful at cinema’s throughout London.
I am so sore that I wasn’t able to make it down earlier, but will haul ass to ensure that I soak up a dose of cult coolness that will last us through winter.
The premiere of Che is in the West End this evening, and I will be watching the new Hunter Thompson documentary (Gonzo) tomorrow….When I hit base, I will write up this morning’s material.
