Yesterday was another job with the film crew people.

They rang up because their driver who works there all the time was poorly and they needed someone to collect clients form the airport.


I had to pick up the big wagon I wrote about before from their studios, that was OK as I just rode my bike down there, and then I had to go to the airport to collect the client.

I felt a bit nobby doing that as I had to do the thing of standing there with all the drivers carrying a big card with Mr Client written on it. If the silly boogers had told me it was the people we worked with when we filmed the deer I wouldn’t have had to have the sign as I know them, but hey that doesn’t matter.

I had to get them breakfast if they wanted it, and also as a way of stalling them a bit, so we went to Beech Road in Chorlton to a place called Chorlton GB. I had amazing coffee while the client fellow (can’t tell you his name, although obviously I know his name) had eggs benedict – I wished so much that I had ordered that as well. We just sat and bantered about stuff like TV and work (and my lack of it). He seemed a top guy.

Them at the production company I just did little jobs that they call runs for a few hours while Mr Client sat through the editing process for his ads.

At four I took him back for his six o’clock flight, I bobbed the truck back to Salford and rode home – £200 better off. That’s OK isn’t it?

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